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An hour & a half later, Dillan, Whitley & the builder were all 3 satisfied they were all on the same page regarding the house renovations & build. They exchanged goodbyes & the builder quickly left the property for lunch. Dillan watched the builder’s truck leave the driveway, then turned to speak to his wife.
“You hungry for lunch, honey?”
“I can’t believe it’s already past noon,” Whitley blurted out ignoring her husband’s question. “I mean, it shouldn’t have taken THAT long to review the plans.”
“I think he just wanted to be thorough,” Dillan offered. “In which case, I’m glad he is. You certainly don’t want to get part way into the building, only to find something you don’t like, do you?”
“Well, no,” Whitley replied. “But, it’s not like we’ve not gone over all of it before.”
“I know,” Dillan sighed. “Anyway, are you ready for lunch or do you want to just go back to the hotel for now?”
“Don’t you want to see Fred at the newspaper again?”
“Yes, but I didn’t think you’d want to go with me!”
Whitley shrugged: “I don’t know, it might actually be fun. Besides, I don’t really have anything else to do anyway right now.”
Dillan couldn’t argue with that logic, so he suggested: “OK, fair enough. Let’s go get a bite to eat & then go to the newspaper office. Sound good?”
“Sure, why not?” Whitley countered, buttoning up her coat. “But, I don’t want fast food, darling.”
“Nor do I,” Dillan said, hitting the key fob to start the Lincoln. “I think I saw a few mom’n’pop places in town here, 1 near the hotel & 1 near the newspaper office.”
“Hmmm,” Whitley pondered while walking out the makeshift house door towards their car, “let’s go to the place near the hotel. That way, we can stop at the hotel if we need or want to before going to the newspaper office.”
“OK,” said Dillan, opening the passenger door for his wife. “That’s fine with me.”
After Whitley settled into the Lincoln, Dillan closed the passenger door & got in on the driver’s side. He buckled in & started driving down the driveway. Curiously, Whitley dug out of her purse the photo Dillan had just found.
“I don’t know why,” Whitley thought out loud, “but this photo has been on my mind since I 1st saw it.”
“Oh?” Dillan wasn’t sure if he should prompt her further.
“Is it possible that your Granddad & whoever is with him are at your Granddad’s place?” Whitely asked, eyeing the image.
“I don’t think so,” came Dillan’s knee-jerk response. “But, maybe? Why do you ask?”
“Well,” Whitley seemed hesitant to continue, “something about this photo just strikes me that it is taken at someone’s home.”
“Oh?” queried Dillan, wanting to prompt his wife further this time.
“Maybe I’m crazy, or just don’t know the times, but it seems to me the cup in your Granddad’s hand is a bit more fancy than a meeting place would have on hand.”
Still concentrating on driving, Dillan shifted slightly to get a glimpse of the photo to see what his wife meant.
“No no, you keep driving,” Whitley instructed, while Dillan quickly re-shifted in his seat. “I shouldn’t have pulled this photo out until we got to the restaurant.”
“Not a problem,” Dillan said. “But, I really don’t think that’s Granddad’s house. The room they are in in that photo sure doesn’t look like any room in the house I remember. Course, I know it was remodeled a few times, so maybe it is, I don’t know.”
“It’s, at least, another possibility, darling,” Whitley said matter-of-factly while putting the photo back in her purse.
“True,” said Dillan, steering the Lincoln into the parking lot of the mom’s’pop restaurant near the hotel. “& who knows, maybe Fred will recognize the place right away & be able to solve the mystery.”
“Yep, maybe,” agreed Whitley, now eyeing the restaurant. “Hey, this place looks great!”
“Sure does,” said Dillan while parking the Lincoln. “Let’s go eat!”