Edith let them into their motel suite. “For some reason, Wesley has requested I leave. If things go wrong, I will be seen elsewhere and know nothing about your conversation.”
Lorenz hugged her. “That wouldn"t be true for a really intelligent person.”
She shrugged. “He is in the bedroom and much improved. Matthew is insisting we stay here another week. Wes is vetoing that idea.”
“If I have Wesley"s permission, I"ll tell him what I advise. Would that be all right with you?”
“Of course, Gary. I"ll be in the restaurant with a cup of coffee and my book if you need me.”
“Wait, Edith,” came Wesley"s voice. “Offer them a drink.”
Edith took a deep breath and looked expectantly at them. It was obvious she did not want them lingering over drinks.
“Twill nay be necessary. We twill nay tire him.
