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Isnt that the hotel trying to buy your motel? Henry asked, frowning. Yes, Kay said. I knew of her connection with the hotel, but didnt let myself think about it. I didnt see how Millicent could be the one. I think, though, now is the time to ask Mill
Rolf! Henry shouted. Look at this! Rolf stepped off the ladder and walked over to Henry. What is it? Then he saw the black tar oozing over the new shingles. For Petes sake, he muttered, planting his hands on his hips and shaking his head Who did this
The four Aldens watched the yellow eyes, too scared to move. Closer and closer they came. All at once Benny began to laugh. Its Willie, he hooted gleefully. Henry held the flashlight steady, and sure enough, as the cat crept to the edge of the roof,
Kay parked the van before her charming white house with a picket fence around it. The car had barely stopped when the children scrambled out. All at once they noticed a tall, black-haired man with a mustache. With his hands on his hips and his booted
Aunt Jane and the four Alden children, Violet, Benny, Henry, and Jessie, hurried out of the Miami Airport. They had arrived in Florida to visit Aunt Janes friend, Kay Kingsley. Grandfathers sister, Aunt Jane said, Hurry, children. She smiled to herse
Roadside motels are a quintessential feature of Americana dating back to the 1940s and '50s. Even today they are a staple of the American highway landscape. Their story, the subject of a new book, tells an equally American tale: the immigrants life.