The team had arrived at The Postcard Inn on Islamorada the previous day. Garcia had informed them last night that Chuck would be arriving shortly after lunch to meet with everyone. Harold stumbled towards the shower and attempted to wake up. After he finished with his shower, he walked across the slate tiled floor. The hard, cool surface reminded him of home. As he dressed, he took in the view of the room and the beach outside his picture window. He had never considered modern-style furniture to be particularly attractive, but somehow it fit this place. Although, the neutral grays and tans seemed a bit dull for the Florida Keys.
After making himself a cup of coffee, he went out on his front porch and looked out at the beach and the Atlantic Ocean. Garcia had set them up with one of the best views in the resort. Harold just wanted to enjoy the view and forget about the reasons he was there.
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