safe place to be, away from all that nasty weather and all,” Isaiah said, grinning ear to ear, then winking at the men, both of them winking back.

     “Hamm is in and expecting you,” David said, looking all businesslike.

     Scott led Cecily down a long hallway, with large, poster-size, color pictures of the property hanging all along.  There was a door at the end with a small plaque on it.  It read: Hamm Spencer, President.  President?  Hmmmmmm.  Cecily thought the President was some guy named Trump.  Scott opened the door and he and Cecily walked in to see President Spencer sitting at his desk.  He smiled at them and told them to have a seat.  They did.

     “Hamm, this is Cecily...

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