Given the time differences, we opted for calling the Mainland sooner than later and as soon as we got up at 6:00 a.m., did as discussed the previous evening: we picked names for our lists by literally throwing them in Linda’s pearl-studded beret. It was unlikely that anyone would have much to add about Reg, but we were hopeful regardless. Coffee in mugs, the calls began.
Of the five people I called, only Astro St. Andre had anything new to share. He’d just returned from dinner with Milt Stilton at a local burger joint. He seemed in good spirits and happy to chat. He pretty much repeated what Milt had told us almost a week ago about the Mo-Mo days, but did reveal new information about Reg, something he’d heard when he’d returned to Quebec to visit some “chums”.
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