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"Appreciate that, Mr. Wages. Polly and me work real hard to keep it up. Chambers Bay ain't exactly what you'd call a resort town and we know our little place ain't a Holiday Inn, but it's our home and we like it." |
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"Well, since my partner and I are going to be sticking around here for a few days, we'll have some spare time on our hands. I was wondering if you could direct me to some of the local points of interest." |
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"There's a little bit of everything," he said proudly. "Caleb Hall has a real nice charter fishin' boat. He moors her down at the public pier right near the center of town." It was obvious that Bert was pleased with his suggestion; it was equally obvious he was having a difficult time thinking of anything else. Finally, he reached around, pulled back the curtain and shouted down the hall. ''Polly, I got me a fella out here that wants to know what he and his friend can find to do around Chambers Bay." |
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There was the sudden unmistakable sound of a creaking, protesting mechanism. As the noise grew louder, Polly emerged from the shadowed hall in an old motorized wheelchair. Her smile was even broader and brighter than Bert's. |
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"Mr. Wages here is our guest," he explained. |
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Polly had laughing, rich hazel eyes, closely cropped brown and gray hair and a |
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