Gilda's smile

a New Year's short story by 'Red Menace' Bowers:

The Sun was out, but it was still quite cold on New Year's morning. Fred walked through the village of Bentwich Cross and up to Alesbitter Road, where he started up the hill toward the estate known as Yewhedge. The grade was the long, deceptive sort that usually turns ones legs to lead, which was why everyone at last night's party laughed when he said he would walk to the recital, "Just seven miles up the road." It was also why his hostess surreptitiously suggested to Roger Brooks that he give his delusional Dutch friend a head start, and then, pick him up in his automobile....

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