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Florence and Rome were safely negotiated. Linda went to the airport to meet Donald, Rose-Anne, and Peter and discovered that Peter had missed the plane. Fortunately, he had managed to have Rose-Anne paged at the airport before she boarded and tell her which flight he expected to make. Linda sent Rose-Anne and Donald ahead in a cab, leaving the car she had rented in the parking area, and settled down to wait. |
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Donald had urged her to leave Peter to get to the hotel as best he could. Cabs, after all, were plentiful. |
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"I would just love to," Linda snapped with sincere irritation, "but he doesn't know where we're staying because we had to shift hotels. And, frankly, I don't trust the system here to get a message to him." |
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