The Klimt Connection

Place part B2 (green) into Part A1 (red). Marisa, Justin and I were in the back yard trying to assemble a slide / wading pool that would keep the two children occupied during the rest of what was forecast as a long, hot summer.  Felix, our cat, and Justin were having more fun with the cardboard packing box than I thought the plastic pool slide would ever provide.  Felix is about seven years old, what that is in 'cat-years' I do not know, but he was still spry and playing like a kitten with Justin, our two-year old terror.  Justin is just getting his sentences together and has found the NO word.  Nancy, my wife, who was indoors doing laundry, says that period only lasts for about six long, long months. Justin is my first child, while Marisa, now approaching six, is from Nancy's first marriage.  You would think that something designed for children by Fisher-Price would be easy for parents to assemble.

"Frank," Nancy called from the back door, "your father is on the phone."

I glanced at my watch - ten fifteen - Philip should have been out at the fourth hole by now. "Is anything wrong?" I asked.  Nothing interrupts the money golf game at the Newmarket Country Club on Saturday morning.