The azaleas are in their full blooming glory, huge banks of multitudinous fiery shades of yellow, orange, red and pink.
"The yellow ones smell like cinnamon and cloves" say I.
"This place is just incredible", says François, picking up his phone..."I just got a reply from Jason. He says he can come out tomorrow with Lazarus. Carol is going to drive them. It appears they are all abandoning ship..."
"What did he say?" says Carl.
"Everyone, which is to say the guests and a few others have decided they've already had enough. Jesús is also coming out with them."
"We could put them both up in the condo", say I", and Jesús could stay with us at the house.
"Or they could stay in the basement."
"The others?" Carl is looking particularly worried right now.
"They're all committed to staying on with my sister, for the moment at least, but they are also getting anxious, according to Jason."
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