Wilson has been working his way through the booklets he picked up at the Travel Agent yesterday, drawing up a shortlist of places he'd like to go on holiday.
Over coffee he showed me the list: at the top is millionaires' playground Kamalame Cay, a private island in The Bahamas, and at the bottom, Norfolk.
I'm pretty sure this is just a bargaining position, like when he asked me for a pet pony when what he really wanted was a goldfish.
Oh. Unless he means Norfolk in Virginia!
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