Heather
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Heather was getting weaker. She was so tired, with zero strength. They’d canceled the next leg of the trip, and now Kyle was phoning Mrs. McDoogle, the proprietor of Inverness Inn, from their room to coordinate a longer stay.
“She’s just too weak to move on yet. Our flight is next Thursday, a week from now. Is there space for us to stay until Wednesday?” Kyle asked. He c****d the phone receiver out from his ear so Heather could hear Mrs. McDoogle.
“Bless you, child. Of course you can stay. January isn’t a busy month for us, so there’s room.”
Heather could imagine her talking on the other line. She was a short woman with a square frame and curly gray hair that was always styled neatly whenever Heather and Kyle saw her downstairs.
“Will you need us to change rooms, Mrs. McDo
