Katie moved aside and revealed Willard with a collection of bandages stuck on his muzzle. "Mom, I let Willard out and he caught up with that white cat. It beat him up, then rolled him around in the snow." She was trying to stifle her giggles and sound sympathetic.
"Poor old Willard," Jane said.
He whined in response.
"Well, he'll have tomorrow to recover. We'd all better get to bed so we can get up early," Jane said.
As they filed down the hallway, Shelley said, "Did you see the way Tenny acted about the casino idea?"
Jane started shedding clothing. "I sure did. I think she's getting more interested in the idea of running the resort. What about Paul and the other investors? Are they still interested in buying it?"
"I'm afraid with the casino idea, it probably just went out of their price range. Which is okay with me. As nice as this place is, I don't think I'd ever want to come back."
When they'd both undressed, gotten into their beds, and turned out the lights, Shelley said sleepily, "Jane, there's still one thing I wonder about. And I don't think we'll ever know."
"What's that, Shelley?" Jane asked, yawning.
"What the hell the sheriff's name really is."