On Friday morning, Chelyan was impatiently waiting for Mel to stop working on his novel and walk over to her cottage for lunch when her phone chimed. She saw that it was Marshall. “Hi, Marshall. How are things in Springfield?”
“Hot. Do you usually get a good breeze on the beach?”
“When it’s blowing from the east or west or over the lake it’s often lovely but when it comes over the land it feels just like Springfield in the warm weather.”
“Sounds like you win three out of four times. Way better odds there than here.”
“True. Okay, enough about the weather. I know you didn’t call me to talk about the weather. What are you up to today?”
“I have some news on IAI. I wasn’t sure whether I was even going to call you but my conscience wouldn’t stop nagging me until I did.”
Chelyan sighed. “Th
