“Shall we go to the clubhouse and see if Pop’s still tied up?” Jimmy asked as they turned in at the gates. “Let’s go to your house. If your father’s finished his meeting, he’s probably gone home. And if he hasn’t, Grandma’ll be there, anyway.” So they went directly to Jimmy’s house, pulled into the turnaround where the Douglas station wagon was now parked, and left their bikes under the trees. While they mounted the steps to the terrace, Jimmy called, “Pop! Grandma! Anybody home?” Grandma appeared in the doorway. “I’m here, Jimmy,” she said. “Been home for half an hour. Hello, there, Djuna.” “Where’s Pop?” Jimmy asked. “Still at the Club?” “I suppose so. I’m about to get dinner. I’d have started before this, but that nice Mr. Martin….” “What about Mr. Martin, Grandma?” Jimmy’s alarm was immediate. “I happened to meet him as I turned in the Club gateway with my marketing a while back. He offered to help me with my groceries.
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