innkeeper

“I was an innkeeper in this crazy little town in Vermont ... “

The sun had only just begun to rise as the innkeeper dragged the last of his smoldering furniture outside and took survey of the scorched walls.

The introverted Ms. Grade acknowledged that she was a most unlikely innkeeper.

In fact, I was gulping some of the Sailing Goat’s excellent clam chowder when my innkeepers’ 22-foot boat puttered up to the dock.

And who killed the innkeeper with a sword after a fight?