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“Next topic, Florence. Something that surprised or shocked you is
the topic. By the way, this is really good wine and I'm getting a bit of a
buzz on, sister. Look at this country! The Canadian Rockies are a
masterpiece. Thanks for inviting me on this journey.”
“Yes, they are something. To me, they put the Swiss Alps to shame
in their majesty. Are you ready for an early dinner? I am. Would you
mind going down there and see if they're serving yet?”
“No problem, I'll go check, right now.” He took off.
Florence checked the clock and pulled out the second dose of pills
and quickly swallowed them. She was starting to see colors in an odd,
twirling pattern which meant her blood sugar was messed up. “Oh, I
don't have time for one of these spells today.”
She felt panic for the first time all day. She dug around for a glucose
tab. She usually carried one or two in her purse. She dumped all the
contents of her purse and found one which she chomped up. The
patterns went away almost immediately just about the same time that
Gabby popped back in. “They said we could come down anytime. Are
you ready?”
“Great, let's go.” She felt for the third dose she had placed in her
tweet coat pocket and checked the clock. They walked through three
coach cars to the dining car. A handsome, gray-haired man
immediately greeted them, walked them back to a table and pulled out
the chair for Florence. Nobody else was in the dining car Florence
realized. “Are you sure this place is open?” she asked Gabby.