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Sunday, November 13, 2016

Chapter 5 of "No Working Title Yet"

The alarm shrilled at 0230. I felt pretty well rested. I got up, brushed my teeth, made a pass through my hair with an travel brush and got dressed. Everything was packed away five minutes before Amy showed up. She was right on time.

“I imagine that one doesn’t leave tips for housekeeping, here,” I said.

“That’s right. You ready,” she asked.

“Lead on,” I said.