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AFTER PAYING FOR the food, we grabbed what was left of the wine and I purchased a six-pack of beer before walking back to the Holiday Inn. Instead of going our separate ways, we decided to head out to the pool area in back. The hotel had turned off the lights in the courtyard and we had the area all to ourselves.
“This is nice,” Chuck said, after we sat across from the pool on two white lawn chairs.
“Yeah. Too bad the pool is closed,” I replied, pulling out a bottle of beer and cracking it open. “A swim would be nice, right about now.”
“I know, right? My father just spent a ton of dough on an underground pool. I mean, it’s amazing and has everything, even a grotto.” She frowned. “I’m sure he paid with it with his blood money.”
“Probably.” Of course, the G
