Chapter Three
Two weeks after my evening going over paperwork with Tony, he arrived at the Lodge again.
“Still here, I see,” he said, as I greeted him at the back door.
“Cup of coffee?” I let him inside.
“Thanks, but I just came by to drop these off.” He stared off toward the glass house, watching as the two workmen I hired circled the structure. “You going to tear it down?”
“Nope! I’m going to restore it, just as it was before.”
He looked at me sharply. “You really are staying on? What happened to Minneapolis?”
“It’s still in Minnesota as far as I know.”
I could see that he wanted more of an explanation.
“I’m taking a longer break than I’d planned on. Mr. Minneapolis wasn’t too happy about that fact. But when I thought of returning, I couldn’t bring myself to make that trip. N
