Shades of Planes Trains and Automobiles

Susie wasn’t in a polka band, but right about now, Delmont would happily trade her for an overbearingly jovial John Candy

There had been an incident on run six this morning…a case of crossed signals which had resulted in the loss of Susie’s skis, boots, and all manner of attachable doo-dads and whatchamajiggers

Delmont had been assigned to run her into Cripple Creek proper, where the lodge had arrangements with several of the local outfitters.

If he found it odd that a young, attractive, unescorted female traveled with an emotional support Llama, he was discrete enough not to mention it

In truth, it was the large household meat chest that gave Delmont pause. 

He sat quietly on the bench with Susie as they waited for the Range Rover to be brought around.

Delmont scooted as far away from Susie as he could manage, trying, it seemed, to make himself small.

This proved to be very taxing and caused the Llama to glare at him disapprovingly