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- 34 -“I wonder how long the reception went on,” I said.
“Depends on how long the booze held out,” George said.
We were in the deluxe suite at our first destination of a whirlwind honeymoon tour of upscale inns and B&Bs. We had left the insanity of our wedding reception around 9:00 p.m. and drove off in Mother’s Mercedes. (She insisted—so long as no tin cans or “just married” signs desecrated the vehicle.) In that George and I had been acting like an “old married couple” for some time (Mother’s words) she suggested we combine business and pleasure, something she has always embraced. The idea was to check out the competition and stay at a half dozen places and take notes. Our first stop was at the Waterview Inn in Sault Ste. Marie.
The room was very posh with an enormous bed, in
