Myra had a lot of questions, but she said nothing as a man in a security uniform looked into their car, and stared back at their ID cards.
He finally smiled at them and stepped back.
“It’s nice to see you again, Professor Dankworth.”
Professor Cal smiled brightly at the man, and nodded as the high gates opened and he drove in.
Myra looked around in awe. This place seemed unreal.
Bonfires were strategically placed, dotting the beach-sandy path up to a large Victorian-style building.
The bright golden and orange lights from the dozen bonfires lit up the night.
“Where is this place?” She could not resist asking anymore.
“You’re stressed, I am too.” The professor said, and she looked at him, “This is a place where people like us can de-stress.”
She stared at him. What did he mean by
