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It was midday when Doc returned to his haven from Bristol. A light lunch was in order and preparation for a morning departure began.
Doc wore a light smile. He was satisfied and had a feeling of accomplishment. He had people to work with again and new purpose.
Still, he found time to catch his evening meal and tend to George and Gracie. It was towards evening when he sat by the water to smoke his pipe that he realized......old habits mustn't return. Rather than light it, he put the pipe back in his pocket and dumped out the tobacco.
He headed into his upstairs room to pack his things.