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the Normans put one in my room, and I’m using Mandy’s Wii a lot. Then I go to bed and read. The other four days, I walk around town a lot. So, I walk and read and play video games and watch more TV.”
    â€œWhat about Mandy? When is she coming home?”
    â€œThey say in a week. She’s starting to do really well. Yeah, things should pick up when Mandy gets here. And Mike — one good thing. The Normans won’t take any money for my room and board so I’m really socking it away.”
    â€œLucky you,” said Mike. “I’m lucky if I get five bucks an hour helping Dad.”
    â€œI’ll be rich enough for both of us,” Casey said. “When this is all over, let’s talk our folks into a trip to Edmonton to ‘do’ West Edmonton Mall and see the Cracker Cats.” Casey knew the one thing Mike liked better than CDs was baseball, and while it wasn’t pro ball it was semi-pro and pretty darn good.
    â€œYou’re on!” Mike hooted.

Chapter Eleven
    Twice Casey thought he spotted the men, and buzzed museum security. The first time, a man with a cane came through the turnstile and a few minutes later a man with shaggy eyebrows that almost joined entered the museum foyer. When Casey pointed out the second man, the guard smiled. “That’s Dr. Foss, big-time palaeontologist from the University of Calgary.”
    â€œOh, sorry,” said Casey.
    â€œDon’t be,” the guard told him. “Better to err on the side of caution.”
    The second time, Casey was sure. Two men came through the turnstile one right after the other. The second man, who again had eyebrows exactly like those of the man Casey had seen and heard in the Hoodoo Hotel, stepped forward and put his right hand under the elbow of the first man, who was limping. Casey pressed the security buzzer. He nodded toward the men as two security guards appeared.
    One guard approached the men: the other stood beside Casey’s table.
    â€œIt’s a rather difficult walk up these ramps,” Casey heard the first guard say to the two men. “We have wheelchairs available. Can I get you folks one?”
    â€œThat’s mighty kind of you,” the limping man said. “I broke my ankle a while ago and the darn thing still hurts a lot. You mind pushing me around, Bill?” he asked the other man.
    â€œNot a bit, Wilf,” replied his companion. “But you’ll owe me big. One two-pound steak when we pass through Calgary tomorrow.”
    â€œYou got it.”
    The first man eased himself into the wheelchair the guard had rolled up.
    â€œGot a long drive ahead of you tomorrow, I take it,” Casey heard the guard ask.
    â€œNah,” said the seated man, “just to Cochrane. We run the garage across from the big ice-cream stand — get a lot of business from all the Calgarians who drive over there on weekends for ice cream.”
    â€œThat right?” said the guard. “I’ll have to drive down one of these days.”
    â€œIf you do, come see us,” Bill said, as he pushed the wheelchair along. “Our garage is called ‘The Brothers’; we’ll top off your tank for free.”
    Casey reached down for his backpack; the oh-so-frustrating and humiliating day over at last. “Wouldn’t you know,” he said to himself, “The darn thing’s caught under my chair leg.” He got down on his hands and knees to unwind the strap. When it was freed Casey stood up. There was a long white envelope on his desk. They’ve fired me , he thought. I’ve wasted everyone’s time and the museum’s money, and they’ve fired me .
    Sighing, he opened the middle drawer of his small desk and took out a letter opener. He could hear his father’s voice saying, “Never rip open an envelope; you might tear what’s inside or you might make it harder to read a mailing date or a name.”
    Casey