Divine

As in,

Erskine and Floyd had talked about fishing the Edisto the following Thursday but the forecast was for violent weather. Because Erskine sensed very well that it irritated Floyd when Erskine suggested they err on the side of caution, it was something he’d long ago decided to leave to Floyd. And Floyd had gotten a lot better in the caution department since the two of them nearly got crushed, a year back, when a 70-mile-per-hour gust from an angry wall cloud toppled a tupelo gum tree in their path.

“I’m not feeling real good about this,” Floyd said. “Let’s do this another day.”

And it was then that Erskine disclosed that he would be out of town the following week, headed to Cape Cod, with Colonel Devard, for the meeting with Gerald Kayro and the other scientist from Cornell.
“So I heard,” Floyd said, putting a bit of a lilt in “heard” to convey that he knew how important the meeting was to Erskine.

“Michael and I were just discussing that,” Floyd continued. “And we would really like to go with you.”

And that bit of news left Erskine without words for several moments, a rare thing by itself.

“Well I hadn’t…” he finally said and then suddenly stopped. “You know, I just think that’d be divine. I would really like that.”

“You think they’ll mind?” Floyd asked.

“Well, you know, I kinda don’t care if they mind. They shouldn’t. It’s my bird footage. I should be able to bring whom I want.”

“Good then,” said Floyd. “You got us.”