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that a woman from their human resource department was the sister of the host? She gave me her number and told me to have Jim call. Before we knew it, he had a summer job. Somebody always knows somebody."
    "I hope I like the bedroom set. Otherwise, I'm going to feel guilty about this whole thing, now that she knows about me," Polly said.
    Lydia asked, "What do you want for lunch? A full meal or just a sandwich? Pizza or Chinese?"
    "Sandwiches seem safe," Andy said.
    "Sure!" Polly remarked as Beryl nodded in assent.
    "Great!" Lydia said. "There's a cute little sandwich shop downtown. You'll love it."
    After they finished lunch and had climbed back in the Jeep, Lydia said, "Polly do you have the address for the GPS?"
    Polly sighed. "GPS. Just another way technology stops us from getting to know each other."
    "You really don't like it, do you?" Lydia laughed.
    "Nope," Polly said. "I don't. The thing is, I have no reason to be so adamantly against it. It’s about the only tech I despise." She opened the note program on her phone and brought up the address, then set it on the console in front of Lydia. Soon they were back on the road and heading east on Highway 20.
    Lydia's GPS directed them to a home on the northwest side of town. Polly looked at the big house as they drove in the lane and laughed. " Now," she asked. "Which door do I approach this time?"
    "I'm going to drive right up to the front door," Lydia responded. "I'd recommend you knock on that door. Easy enough for you, you chicken?"
    She turned to Beryl beside her, "You'd think she hadn't ever lived on a farm. These houses scare her to death!"
    Beryl chuckled. "Maybe we should do a scavenger hunt sometime in the country and make her knock on every door in three counties!"
    Polly popped Beryl in the back of the head and opened the car door. "Just a second. I really want all of you to see what this set looks like." She walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.
    A woman in her early sixties answered the door. Two cocker spaniels pushed forward in an attempt to see who was there.
    "Get back, you beasts," The woman said. "Are you Polly?"
    "I am," Polly replied.
    "I'd invite you in, but the beasts are overly friendly and the furniture is already in the garage. We moved it out of the bedroom so I could start redecorating. I'll open the garage door." She smiled and walked away, leaving the main door open. The dogs continued to try to get to Polly through the screen door, even as she walked away. Lydia drove on up and turned the Jeep off as the garage door opened.
    Polly walked into the garage and took a breath when she saw what was in there. Turning around to see if her friends were paying attention to the treasure in front of them, she said, "There are more pieces here than you advertised on Craigslist."
    "You're right, and you don't have to take them," the woman said. "I figured it would be easier to get rid of everything if we broke it up a little."
    In front of Polly was a dresser with a mirror, a chest of drawers, two bedside tables, a vanity, a secretary, two high back chairs, a luggage stool, a curio cabinet and the headboard and footboard for the bed. The pieces had been well cared for over the years and were a dark, burled walnut. She nearly wept when she saw the entirety of the collection. There was one tall piece with a door she didn't recognize and asked what it was.
    "That's a shoe closet," she was told. "I don't suppose we ever used it for shoes, but it has deep shelves."
    "I want everything!" she exclaimed, then turned to the woman. "I don't understand why you are letting these go!"
    "My kids told me they weren't interested at all. I must not have brought 'em up right, because they seem to prefer new furniture. And, their dad and I bought both of them nice bedroom sets as wedding gifts."
    "But, this is gorgeous!" Beryl said. Her fingers began tracing the knots on the headboard and soon she was stroking the wood.
    "I always thought it was, too. My husband