She was in their room at the island resort she and Ambrose had chosen for a four-day break. To be precise, she was on a massage bed onto which the mas...eur had placed her thirty minutes ago as soon as he had arrived. He wasn’t from the hotel spa. She’d had a massage there two days earlier, with a masseuse, and she had come at the end of the session very soon after the woman had whispered, “You like hot to end?” Em had murmured back, “Yes.” The woman, who was young, lithe, a lovely brown. "Do you mind if I have a look in your bag?" I asked Al.He had been keeping it out of my sight by putting the rain cover on his clubs. Since it wasn't raining, or even threatening to rain, I was suspicious."Ah hah!" I cackled as I removed the cover. "Now who couldn't resist? Those look suspiciously like the tour version of my clubs."I extracted a five iron from the bag and looked at the shaft. It was a stiff shaft, special order from the distributor. Custom grips too. Al had big hands and the. But at least there things had seemed better organized, with most of the major set elements "flown"—raised and lowered from the rafters above, so they could be swapped out quickly. This house had no adequate rafters; it all had to be moved in from the wings. What it did have, apparently, was unions for the stagehands, which meant work got done more slowly and sometimes not at all for a while when disputes arose as to just which union had responsibility for which particular activity. Those. "My pleasure, sir," he replied, as he drew out the remaining chair at the table. His meal soon arrived, and we discussed minor things while he ate."When does your current class graduate?" I asked, as his dishes were being removed by the staff."They graduated today and have tomorrow off. It's fortunate that you came tonight. I'm free until the morning two days from now. Have you been to Gilmore's Station yet by any chance?" he asked."Yes, I have been there twice. Once with Seamus and again today.