They had just finished checking into their quiet hotel where they planned to spend their fishing holiday; that is unless they were recalled by the Cow for an urgent assignment.

Doyle was walking ahead of Bodie as he so often did and paused to pick up a small bag to carry to their joint room. Bodie noticed with a mixture of agitation and resignation that it was the smallest of their luggage and that Doyle had left the rest of their considerable luggage to Bodie himself. "Oh well," he thought as he ascended the staircase, "That's life and that's Doyle."

The End

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