“Hey James!” Vera greeted him in return. “What brings you here this morning?”
“I came here to see you!”
“Well, that’s very sweet of you. Where are you from?”
“Niagara Falls.”
“New York or Canada?”
“I don’t remember.”
The twins and I tried hard to refrain from laughing but a few giggles escaped anyway. James Stewart sounded neither like a Canadian nor a New Yorker. He began laughing too and muttered something about swimming before taking a bottle of vodka out of his backpack. He then dropped his backpack to the ground and took out a second bottle of vodka which he handed to me. I politely thanked him before saying we had to get somewhere. I went back in the hotel room and shoved the bottle under the bed and hoped that nobody would discover it because we were all too young to drink.
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