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heading off to the conference. I remained
pretty much dead to the world until about
nine o’clock when I woke up thinking
about breakfast.
In the dining area downstairs I found
a chatty couple who seemed to be in
their mid-70s. Ann and Walt quickly
introduced themselves. Soon a short,
wiry man of about 60 appeared to take
my breakfast order. I recognized him as
Ella’s husband, Phil.
“Glad you found the joint!” he said
enthusiastically. “I met your better half this
morning. Sorry she didn’t have time for
breakfast with us. Lovely lady!”
Soon three newcomers joined us: an
attractive 20-something couple and a
50-ish single man, who turned out to be
a longtime friend of Ann and Walt. The
young couple—Gina and Brett—were
both short of stature. Gina was an Italian-
American brunette, with a killer body and
a gorgeous mane of wavy hair. Brett, on
the other hand was fair-featured, with a
wrestler’s build.
We all got to know one another as we
enjoyed the leisurely, elaborate breakfast.
Ann and Walt were celebrating their 50th
wedding anniversary.
“We wanted to go somewhere really
romantic,” said Ann. “The brochures don’t
do justice to this place, do they?”
“I’m their chaperone on this trip,” said
their pal Perry, with a gleam in his eye.” I
can’t let them get into trouble they can’t
handle.”
“You see what we have to put up
with?” said Walt. “Perry expects us to
have lights out at 9:30. He doesn’t want
us to have any fun at all.”
Gina and Brett were also celebrating a
wedding anniversary: their first.
“We thought about visiting colonial
Williamsburg,” said Gina. “This place
sounded a lot more…interesting.”
I kept wondering who among us
knew about the sexier side of the inn.
Nobody said anything explicit, but every
sentence spoken over breakfast seemed

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