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made as many she had drunk in the past. Her mind wandered to their arrival in Florence, to the need for packing three elderly travelers into one cab and herself, Gertrude, and the luggage into another, to organizing the suites at the hotel. She had the answer to why she was so eager to keep her job in the delight that filled her as she planned expedients. She realized she had never enjoyed herself so much in her life as during the past few weeks when she had all the burden of planning, fitting schedules together, and arranging for others to do the chores she couldn't carry out personally in such a way that they couldn't make mistakes. |
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The drink tasted good because she was satisfied with herself. Linda's eyes widened and she sat up straight, a pleased smile curving her lips. Why, she was a born organizer! The hell with jet-setting and a worm's eye view of life. She was going to run something, build it into something big. What? |
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Garbage, she thought. Garbage was really interesting. There was too much garbage everywhere and reusing some and disposing of the rest was a complex problemand organized crime was mixed up in garbage too. That should certainly add to the excitement. It wasn't a grab-it-this-minute-or-lose-it sort of enterprise either. There was plenty of time to investigate and decide just what she wanted to do. One thing was sure; the garbage wouldn't go away no matter how long it took. |
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