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After a series of phone calls from Ruth began to narrow down the likely Olympia rendezvous day to Sunday evening, Judy was sure that her hostess friend's patience was on the verge of evaporation. Having come armed with her border-crossing paraphernalia, she hopped a bus up to Vancouver for a quick return to her Home and Native Land and a visit with Vicky Yehl, a diamond geologist of some renown. After arriving and lunching at the Vancouver waterfront, the ladies walked a few miles along the Vancouver Seawall, one of Judy's traditional Rites of Return, and enjoyed floatplane after floatplane coming into the harbour as they watched giant cruise ships depart and families frolic on the beach. Families of racoons were out noshing, seven swans a-swimming, and a glorious sun a-setting over the Lost Lagoon. Judy was in heaven, and for once not even remotely thinking about delayed pilots in California, frazzled hostesses in Seattle, or scrod software sitting on her desktop back in Alexandria.
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