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We reunited with Linda at the bottom of the stairs. “So does he come by often?” Susie asked our attendant.
Linda pursed her lips and shook her head. “Not often at all. He-well, he isn’t fond of the Gardens.”
Susie gestured to the lodge. “What’s not to like? The food’s great, the company’s great, and the food’s great.”
“You said that twice,” I pointed out.
“That’s because it’s doubly great,” she countered.
A faint smile graced Linda’s pale lips. Actually, most of her was pale, and I noticed her body was stiff. “I’m afraid he doesn’t agree with developing the area and bringing in so many hum-um, people from the cities. Fortunately Scott-Mr. Young and Mr. Nelson handle such problems so I can get you two to breakfast.” She led us up the stairs and to our usual table overlookin
