Chapter 13
Unlike the day before, the three of us awoke in plenty of time for breakfast. We’d talked Sam into trying it Continental style. Mind you, he had little choice because we didn’t have any bacon, sausage, or mushrooms.
“Not bad,” he admitted after chewing the corner of a croissant.
“They’d be even better if they’d been fresh,” Mark complained.
He’d gone to the supermarket earlier in hopes of freshly baked goods, but the stuff on offer had been yesterday’s as they hadn’t yet received their delivery. The only saving grace as far as I was concerned was the lower price.
We showered, shaved, brushed our teeth and hair, and were on our way to the bus stop with a few minutes to spare. Tom and Cliff caught up with us about halfway there.
Morning greetings were exchanged, then Cli
