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Ruby paused a moment. “I’m thinking…What would you say about taking a bicycle trip? I’m talking about a real adventure. Maybe a week or more.”
Dot’s eyes shone in the darkness. She was interested. “Where?”
I don’t know, maybe Cape Breton, or New Brunswick, or even P.E.I.? What do you think?
“Craz-ee! If you mean Charlottetown then I vote for P.E.I. I’ve always wanted to see Don Messer perform. It would be a dream come true. That would be magic for me, Ruby. I’d go to P.E.I. just to see him. Do you suppose-?”
“That’s just what I was thinking, Dot. We’ve thought about it off and on for long enough. It’s time to do something about actually seeing his show,” interrupted Ruby with a twinkle in her eye.
The thought of watching the fiddler, Don Messer and his famous band perform live, excited her too. They all liked his music and often listened to his Sunday afternoon broadcasts between church services.
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