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Gulf of Happenstance part 4

Nell unlocked the door and the three of them entered the room. It looked like a small cyclone had hit the room. “Okay, did you two get robbed or were you really this messy?” James asked with a smile. “We were hungry!” said Rose as she gathered clothes up off the beds and dumped them… Continue reading Gulf of Happenstance part 4

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Gulf of Happenstance part 3

Thirty minutes later showered, well slathered in aloe gel and dressed in light sun dresses, Nell and Rose headed down the street toward a place the concierge had recommended. They only had to wait ten minutes to be seated. “Am I just really hungry, or does it smell heavenly in here?” asked Rose. Nell sniffed… Continue reading Gulf of Happenstance part 3

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Gulf of Happenstance part 2

  "Wow! We made it!" said Nell. They'd gotten up early, drove west onto I-275 and headed for St. Petersburg. “Yeah, but the Howard Frankland Bridge sucked!” said Rose. “Well, I didn't know that there was construction on it!” said Nell. It hadn't been much, just some clean up crews dealing with accident debris, but… Continue reading Gulf of Happenstance part 2