“You were bigger back then, true, and I don't pretend to understand why you got small again... but I think it's time you got back some of that Buttercombe capacity!" Sam exclaimed.
"Oh, I couldn't possibly, what would Zack," Alice began, but Sam cut her off.
"I noticed Zack, you know, and he's been bigger than he is now, too - I bet he's been growing again since you two moved to Abercrombie?"
"Well, yes," Alice admitted reluctantly. "But his job, the hotel, his boss..." she began, then stopped.
"It's this city, Abercrombie, Alice. It's like it's meant for Buttercombe grads, and big guys like Zack used to be - and will be!" Sam insisted. "And you, too. So you'll stay for dinner!"
Alice finally found a firmer piece of ground for her argument. "Only if Zack agrees," she said firmly.
Just then, the door opened, and the maid stepped in. "Miss Sam, Mr. Jack is here, should I bring the guest back here?"
"Absolutely, Carmen. And tell the cook it's four for dinner."
Alice sat, it seemed for only a moment, then the door opened again, and Zack strode in with another man who must be Jack. Alice
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