Sandra got a second scotch, a double, and as the whiskey warmed her, she felt less uncomfortable, or at least pleasantly fuzzy. Mark was relaxed and c...nfident. It might not have troubled her so much except that he was handsome. He was a heartbreaker, really, and she couldn't deny a secret attraction. But that didn't mean she'd allow anything to happen.Betsy had set them up; she wondered what he'd done with her. A lot, apparently. Did Betsy know she'd arranged a date between Sandra and her. “We’ll do our damndest,” I replied and Andrea pressed her heel into my instep.“Good luck, you two,” Walter said.“Thanks for everything.”We watched as the valet brought their car and they drove off.“So, now do we check in?” Andrea asked.“Already checked in.”“Where’s our luggage?”“Already in the room.” I escorted her to the elevator and we rode to the tenth floor. Holding hands we approached the door to our room.“It’s the same room,” Andrea remarked. “You booked the same room!”I unlocked the door. Revanche rolled over and looked at Trink leaning on his windowsill "why did you stop coming to see us? I missed you a lot Trink, nobody could make me laugh and smile like you did." A deep sadness filled Trink's face "well now me boyo, long time ago there was a villain, a terrible creature of evilness ol Trink wanted to be there for his final end but ol Trink ain't no fool and knew he had been kept from the finish. So I be lettin that pass sayin it just be's a mistake, then your Aunt Jenee she. " You're not that old," she told him. "People a lot older than you do it every year." Yeah, I know," he sighed. "At one time, back when this idea was first cooked up, I thought I might take an extended leave and go with them. I mean, it was Duane and Cory back then. But I thought no, it's their adventure, they don't need me watching over them. And then, this spring I've been reading his letters and reading the trail guides about the stuff he's been passing, and the itch has been going again..