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Old Friends – Page 2

“And who’s that?” I said, with a smile.

“Why it was me and those deduction riddles. Like, if a man is on a train…”

“And it goes through a tunnel… Right! Let me see, did he commit suicide?”

“Let me see, is it immaterial?” We both started laughing.

“How’d you like to help me with this case I’m working on?”

“Well, I don’t know, I’m only in town for a week.”

“I’d give you free room and board.”

“Well, I guess, I need a place to stay while my college performing group is in town.”

“Great! I’ll take you over right now. Where’s your stuff?”

“Right outside the door.” She said. I went out, got the stuff, and put it into my automobile. I drove her to my house, reminiscing about music camp and trying some new deduction stories she had made up. We arrived at my house, and we entered.

“KARIN!” I called. She entered. “Karin, I’d like you to meet my friend Ann. She and I went to Music Camp together.”

“That was in Pennsylvania, right?” Karin asked.

“Yes.” I replied. “Make up a bedroom. She’ll be spending a few nights with us.”

“Certainly.” Karin replied. She took Ann to a room upstairs and left her alone to get acquainted to the room.

In a few minutes, Ann came back down, and I asked her, “How would you like to go out and eat?”

“Sure, I’d love to.” We went out to the car, and took off for the Smoking Gun. For once I anticipated being a part of the skit. In fact, I was counting on it. We arrived there, and I escorted her into the building in true Music Camp style. We then went to the table where I always sat, and I pulled out her chair for her. “My, we have all the manners going here!” Ann exclaimed.

“I just wanted to show you that I wasn’t out of practice. Practice? Oh no! I completely forgot to ask Marie when our first practice for the Les Mis group she’s concocting.”

“Les Mis?”

“Yes. My friend’s wife is trying to pull together a medley for a variety show. She’s got a bunch of college kids and a bunch of my friends in it.”

“When does it go on?”

“The first part of May. Unfortunately I won’t be around right before it. My honeymoon is the last part of April.”

“Honeymoon? You’re getting married?!! You never told me?”

“I’ve been so busy looking for this Glowing Gem, but enough about that. We’ll have plenty of time to talk about that later. So, who else do I know in this group of yours?”

“Not many. Aaron Zwilling, Kirsten Paddock, and maybe a couple others.”

“We’ll have to get together some night.”

“That’s a good idea.” The lights began to dim.

“What’s going on?”

“That’s just the dinner theater.” I said with a smile.

“That sounds exciting.” Ann replied. Patrick came over, but opted for another table. Choosing the girl at the table next to us, which happened to Heather with her fiancée? “Isn’t that Heather?” Ann asked.

“Yes, I believe it is.” I replied.

“Nobody move, or she gets it!” Pat said. Her fiancée put his hands in the air. Just then a sheriff came in the door.