Second Honeymoon Chapter 3
Saturday, 4pm to Sunday, 4pm. While we were riding up to our suite, I studied the hotel poster advertising dinner specials. Rex gestured and asked what I would like for supper. I felt a tad guilty, as if I had violated some kind of moral standard. I had to tell Rex, “Karl and I celebrated our twenty-fifth anniversary here.” I didn’t tell him that what we had eaten was the advertised special tonight. Instead I said, “We have so much food from your wonderful picnic... shame to waste it....
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