“What are you thinking about?” Dan whisperei her ear. She stared at the screen, where a grisly murder we taking place in a storm. “Sunshine,” she whispen back. “What d’you say we get out of here? Head south?” She turned to look at him. “I was hoping you wouh say that.” Angry hissing noises came from behind them and people glared their way. Clutching hands they edged along the row, stumbling over feet in the darkness, giggling like two children. The Holiday Inn was not where Lara had stayed with Bill. In fact, they had not stopped in Blois, but because of the weather she was willing to make a small exception to her honeymoon itinerary and, anyhow, it was the first hotel she had come across in the Gault guide. It was functional and comfortable, and it was warm. If they went south tomorrow, they would miss the famous gardens at Villandry, as well as the fabled château of Azay-le-Rideau, but, somehow, she thought they would return someday. Meanwhile, she soaked in the Holiday Inn’s tiny tub while Dan pored over the map, tracing their route down through Poitiers and Angouléme to Bergerac.
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