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Marshmallow Marshes
As always, Debbie looked bright and breezy the next morning. Bonnie, on the other hand, had a coffee hangover from a restless night and felt stiff after a second night in a strange bed. Rather than eat breakfast at home, they headed straight out to the Mountain Breeze, where Debbie ordered a repeat of the monstrosity from the morning before. Bonnie, with nothing like her friend’s appetite, ordered a simple slice of toast, although when it arrived, jam had been spread across it in a shape that resembled a robin sitting on a branch.
They weren’t the only customers this morning. The elderly male couple, John and Tim, sat a couple of tables across, peering at a map.
‘Aren’t they cute?’ Debbie whispered.
Bonnie had never considered old men to be cute, but Debbie had
