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The Grand Tour

           Itgaveonthebedroom,whichwasspaciousandairy.Thereweretwinbeds.Wendylookedatherhusband,smiled,shrugged.

           "Noproblem,"Jacksaid."We’llpushthemtogether."

           Mr.Ullmanlookedoverhisshoulder,honestlypuzzled."Begpardon?"

           "Thebeds,"Jacksaidpleasantly."Wecanpushthemtogether."

           "Oh,quite,"Ullmansaid,momentarilyconfused.Thenhisfaceclearedandaredflushbegantocreepupfromthecollarofhisshirt."Whateveryoulike."

           Heledthembackintothesittingroom,whereaseconddooropenedonasecondbedroom,thisoneequippedwithbunkbeds.Aradiatorclankedinonecorner,andtherugonthefloorwasahideousembroideryofwesternsageandcactus-Dannybadalreadyfalleninlovewithit,Wendysaw.Thewallsofthissmallerroomwerepaneledinrealpine.

           "Thinkyoucanstanditinhere,doc?"Jackasked.

           "SureIcan.I’mgoingtosleepinthetopbunk.Okay?"

           "Ifthat’swhatyouwant."

           "Iliketherug,too.Mr.Ullman,whydon’tyouhavealltherugslikethat?"

           Mr.Ullmanlookedforamomentasifhehadsunkhisteethintoalemon.ThenhesmiledandpattedDanny’shead."Thoseareyourquarters,"hesaid,"exceptforthebath,whichopensoffthemainbedroom.It’snotahugeapartment,butofcourseyou’llhavetherestofthehoteltospreadoutin.

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