We had been walking around the manor for almost thirty minutes before finally deciding to sit down on a garden bench.
I stretched my legs out and leaned back with a sigh. "Husband, why don't you have a golf cart here?" I complained. "We've been walking for half an hour already, and if we want to go back to the house, that's another thirty minutes of walking!"
Seriously, how could he not have a golf cart in this ridiculously huge place? What if one day I tripped and sprained my ankle? Was I supposed to crawl my way home or scream for help?
"We can ask someone to pick us up with a car," Lando said calmly. He suddenly stood up from his wheelchair and sat beside me instead. "But we actually do have a few golf carts here. We just rarely use them since we have ca—"
"You have golf carts?!" I turned to him in disbelief. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could've explored every corner of this place already!"
