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    Jillian thought: Oh, I’m sure you’re going to call. Right? She found her way back to her waiting friends.
    “Where’d you go?” Emma asked anxiously.
    “You wouldn’t believe it if I told you. Let’s get something to eat, then I’ll tell you.”
    On the way back to the hotel the girls decided to order room service. In their nightclothes they met in Jillian’s room. Jillian ordered three nachos and a gallon of ice tea. Soon, they were sitting on the bed, noshing and talking.
    “Now, tell us where you went after the concert,” Lynda said, with a glob of sour cream on the side of her mouth. A quick swipe of her tongue remedied the glob.
    “Well, the captain brought me a note saying he was to escort me backstage. I waited in a room, and who showed up but Robert John Montgomery!”
    The other two girls shouted, “NO! What’d he want?”
    “My phone number and asked if he could call me. I think he thought I’d fall all over him and spend the evening with him.”
    “What was he like? What was he wearing? What’d he say? What’d you say?” Emma asked as fast as she could get the words out.
    “He was very polite. He was still wearing the clothes he wore onstage, although he’d unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt that was wet with sweat.”
    “Well, why didn’t you? You chose us over Robert John Montgomery?” All three girls laughed.
    “Well, I’m not some star-struck fan, so the choice wasn’t hard!”
    “Are you going to see him again? What else? Is that all?”
    “His cologne was heavenly.” She paused, and thinking back could smell it all over again. “When he kissed me, I thought I was going to melt away. Now, I’m beginning to sound like a dreamy teenager.”
    “WHOA! He kissed you?”
    “Just a polite goodbye cheek kiss. I doubt he’ll ever call and if he does, I’ll politely turn him down. That bridge’ll be crossed and that’ll be that.”
    Lynda and Emma smiled. Emma said, “These are the best nachos I’ve ever had.”
    “Tomorrow’s home, so since it seems we’re always eating when we travel, where shall we have breakfast before our flight?” asked Lynda.
    “How about the Space Needle’s Corner Breakfast Cafe? The concierge said it’s good. We could go about nine. Since our flight’s at twelve-thirty, we’ll have time.”
    Emma said, “Sounds good to me. Think I’ll retire. See you at 8:30, bags packed.”
    “I’m sleepy, too,” said Lynda, “See, Jillian you should’ve taken Robert John Montgomery up on his offer!” The three girls laughed.
    “Goodnight!”
    At breakfast the girls decided that Dallas would be their next trip in about a month and they’d plan on a week for that trip; staying with Jillian’s parents is always fun. The view from the Space Needle was extraordinary and the food was a great treat. The cab ride to the airport was enjoyable. The cabby thought he was a tour guide and pointed out some of Seattle’s finest sights. At the airport the girls checked their bags, found their gate, and sat to wait. Emma and Lynda kept talking to Jillian about her encounter with Robert John Montgomery. Jillian thought: I wish they’d forget this. I have a life and don’t want his.
    The flight home to Reno was uneventful. Heading home, Lynda said, “Why don’t we have dinner at Katie’s in the Carson Valley Inn? It’s on our way back to Yerington and then we’ll call it a trip.” The other two agreed.
    Seated in Katie’s, the girls talked about the trip and what a good time they’d had. Emma excused herself. When she returned she handed Jillian a small package; instantly Jillian knew it was a CD, and right away who it featured: “Robert John Montgomery – Greatest Hits.” Jillian chuckled and appeared to be disgusted, as the other two girls laughed. But in her heart Jillian was smiling and that surprised her.
    Emma said, “Now you can play something else than that flute music you listen to.”
    During dinner, the three ladies