"Would you hurry up, Marie!" You're standing around ga-ga eyed and we need to get to the room. I'm starving! I was trying to get my starry-eyed wife to speed up to catch the elevator.

"Pipe down, Dave. It's not everyday a girl gets to come to Niagara Falls and I want to take in every minute." She stared around at the neat hotel they had gotten and moved toward the elevator. There was no hurrying Marie.

After we got to the room and unpacked the suitcases, we got ready to go down to the dining room.

"Neat room, don't you think?" Marie really liked the big spacious room.

I grinned. I had promised Marie a trip to Niagara Falls when we married. Now 35 years later, here we were. We had saved for this and booked two or three tours, night and morning to the Falls.

"We better hurry, Marie. We only have 45 minutes before the tour bus leaves." I told her. We hurried down to the dining room and ordered.

"Dave, do you suppose they even offer 'Niagara" on the TV here?"

"Lord, I hope not. You watched that crazy movie enough as it is."

"I just wanted to familiarize myself with the surroundings.”

I laughed. "Marie, that movie was filmed when we were kids. I know Marilyn was fine in it, but things have changed a bit since it was filmed. They don't even have the bell tower anymore."

"So you did watch enough to know it had a bell tower."

I just shook my head. "C'mon. Let's go."

As the tour guide called names, a woman walked up us. "Say, I heard you guys talking and you have the cutest accents. Are you from the south?"

"That's pretty obvious, isn't it?" Marie smiled at the woman.

"Heart of Dixie, Alabama." I said. "And you?"

"Chicago, I'd say," said Marie.

The lady laughed. "You're good, sure am. Name's Bits Malone, sounds like a Mafia character, don't it?”

We laughed with her. "Marie and Dave Carter, from close to Montgomery, you couldn't pronounce our town,' said Marie.

"If you don't mind some company, I'll tag along with you on this tour."

We nodded and all boarded the bus. It was about to pull out, when a man flagged it down.

"Sorry, I was late," he muttered to the driver and the tour guide.

I had let the girls sit together and was sitting behind them. The man went to the back of the bus and as he passed by, I noticed that Bits had put her head down and visibly stiffened.

When we got off at the first sight, Bits dragged Marie to the ladies room immediately.

When they returned, I was a little miffed. "You missed the whole story from the guide."

"Sorry, Dave, my fault. I think maybe that man is following me and I didn't want to go in alone."

I gave her a startled look. The man in question seemed to take no notice whatsover of them. He was listening intently to the guide and seemed to be looking over the water at the old sunken boat that was supposed to have been there for ages.

"Are you sure, Bits?" Marie asked.

"No, not really, but I saw him when I left Chicago to come up here. I know it was him. You see, I nursed this lady for a long time and she left me her house, her money and I know her nephew was really upset about it."

We both looked at her uneasy, but I said. "Surely not, Bits. He could challenge the will if necessary."

"He tried, but they threw it out. It plainly stated she wanted me to have everything. I deserved it, I really did. I did everything for that poor woman and the nephew never came around. Not once, or called."

Marie peeped around my shoulder at the man. "He looks rather harmless but you can't tell about folks, especially when money's concerned."