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is knocking on the door. Ann forgot to wake us at 7:30 a.m. so

I hurry to get dressed, plug in my curling iron, put a scarf on

my head, get M from the lounge and

it’s off to breakfast. We have French

toast, juice and raisin bread and

then I curl my tresses and we head

for Westport. It is another dark

gray day with rain on and off. We
park on one of the crowded

Westport streets, go to the bank and
I get $100 in traveler’s checks

cashed into 60 pounds and some

odd pence. On the street, I’m

amazed by an old fashioned butcher

shop with meat hanging in the

window. We drop off some jeans at a men’s store for our

hostess and head for Achille Island.

Ann told us this morning that her daughter was dating the man

at the hotel where M went in to call the B & B and make our

reservation. A few minutes sooner and her daughter would

have answered. Ah

young love ! Well, that

explains why Ann was so

shook up and didn’t know

how many rooms she had

available.

We find the road that

goes on to Achille and

drive through several

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