The man let out an exasperated breath, then in a most forced polite tone said, “Please, by all means. Continue.”
	“No.” Gertrude waved her hand dismissively. “If you have something to say, then by all means.”
	The gentleman drew in a deep breath and slowly exhaled, “It’s all becoming a bit excessive.” he tossed Dorthy an accusing glance before turning his attention back to Gertrude, “One tea party called for an incident is fine.”
	A timid shaky voice interjected, “We can’t be having them day after day”. One of the ladies in pink waved her hand slightly, then set it down leaning back in her chair.
	“Esther is quite right.” the man nodded in approval. “I am not a young man of my twenties, I do not appreciate having to dress formally at every single occasion.”
	White gloves chirped in, though she sounded disinterested in the conversation, “I’m going to run out of clothes.”
	“We’re only allowed to bring so much.” Esther sympathized with her.
	“We’re getting off topic.” Dorthy’s voice rose above the chatter that was beginning amongst the members.
	Everyone at the table settled down. The other pink lady drank some tea, while Esther settled back in her chair. The gentleman still seemed tense, but he said nothing else. Everyone fixed their eyes back on Gertrude.
	Gertrude motioned to the northwest, “We can meet for lunch at the Northeast Garden, it has a beautiful and secluded area. The table is large enough to accommodate all of us, and it has a sun shade umbrella.” Gertrude then got a very serious look on her face, “Jeremy’s daughter. The hospital stated he was dead on arrival, an autopsy was performed. The coroner’s report stated several things, asphyxiation, cardiac arrest, and blunt force trauma to the back of the head. His daughter wrote that the coroner had told her she might want to look into negligence at the facility housing her father, as he thought the oxygen machine might have been malfunctioning and no one noticed. The blunt force trauma to the back of the head could have been from an untreated fall. His daughter stated that hunting down people at Alpine wasn’t going to bring her father back, and her oldest daughter was going off to college in another state in six months.” Gertrude leaned back a little in stature.
	The gentleman looked around the table, “Anyone friendly with Carson?”
	Dorthy let out a short sigh and raised her hand. “I wasn’t going to mention it, ever. Carson is a former student, and before you ask. Top of his grade.”
	Gertrude leaned in a little and continued, “The idea that either Carson or the Alpine is negligible is laughable. A machine malfunction happens just as easily when someone manually shuts it off. We need to find out if the machine was on or off when Carson arrived. There might be something more to Odell’s story than sundowners. Now for Gus, I spoke to Patricia and she said cause of death was Complete Renal Failure.”