August 18. Sunny. Warm. Another beautiful and stunning summer day. Since David was away (this time with Isaiah) in Maine and visiting one of his many cousins, a lumberjack named Rod Fidel, I tended the inn with Cal’s assistance. As I emptied room 210 where Radcliff Roberts stayed, one who was currently behind bars and no longer a guest at the inn, preparing the room for fresh travelers, Cal painted the walls a plain white. He told me, “You’ll break your back lifting heavy items like that.”
I manhandled one of the two, maple end tables. After he painted the walls, new carpet would dazzle the room. Before leaving on his trip with the Mennonite, David instructed Cal: “Donate the room’s old furniture to the local Goodwill. Harold has a new bedroom set at his warehouse. He’s expecting you to p
