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An old jacket
Silver Tours turned out to be a misnomer; its attendees leaning on the grey to balding side, as Jessica joined the rest of the staff to help a procession of elderly in wheelchairs or with walkers up the snow-laden disabled access path to the side of the main steps. Barry seemed terrified by the prospect of so many geriatric guests, but from the Christmas hats and the wide, delighted grins of the new arrivals, they shared none of his misgivings.
While they had been out in the snow, a huge cardboard cutout of Grandpa had appeared in the lobby, advertising his lodge debut on Saturday at seven o’clock. A huge line of chairs quickly formed for each of the geriatrics to get a photograph next to an image of their hero. Jessica, helping out, wondered why the old man himself cou
