palms over my blue silk dress (I won’t mention the huge stained caused by Samantha’s drink when it spilled on me) and checked that the silver belt around my waist was still in place. Getting ready for last night, I had thought I looked pretty nice with my hair straightened, but Greg had just given me a quick smile and a kiss when he walked in. I thought I would at least get a “you look nice” out of him.
“Oh, it’s so nice to get away like this,” Samantha said, looking around the room in what I am sure she thought looked like she was reminiscing. To me it just looked like she was looking for her next prey. “New York can just wear on you, don’t you think Greggy?”
Greg smiled at Samantha before going back to his phone. Samantha has always called him that… Greggy. It makes him sound like a frog. You would think he would ask her to stop. He’s probably just trying to be polite, though. He’s just so great like that.
“I mean, if I get one more desperate person calling me for a review,” she sighed as though her life was plagued with hardship. “It’s pathetic.”
I attempted a sympathetic smile and swallowed the lump in my throat.
I desperately called her for a review .
“And people always think if they put something nice in my room, bring a special gift to the table, it will change my opinion,” she shook her head. “I write what I want, when I want.”
I had to get that basket of soap out of her room.
“Please,” she put on a high pitched voice, “this means the world to me. My business depends on you.”
I saw Tracy’s eyes widen while she clenched the tablecloth with her fists. I looked beside me and Vivienne looked livid too.
“It seems like you have a lot of burdens on your shoulders,” I said to Samantha. “That’s why we are pleased you could come to relax and get away from it all.”
She looked at me as though she had forgotten I was there and just shrugged.
Let’s just say that was the high point of dinner and leave it at that.
When dessert was served I excused myself and found Becky in the kitchen.
“Oh dear God,” I said, grabbing the young girl by her shoulders. “You need to go and get Luisa to take that basket out of Samantha Manning’s room, right now!”
“The one I made with the soaps?” she asked, looking puzzled. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “I just can’t give it to her.”
“I worked on those soaps all night,” she complained.
“I know, I know,” I said, peering through the round window on the kitchen door to make sure everyone was still eating and Tracy wasn’t killing anyone. “I’ll give them to someone else.”
“But you told me to make the lavender ones so it would relax Miss. Manning for the review,” Becky pointed out.
“Becky, I don’t have time to explain. Just go and get the freaking soaps back!” I said.
Becky’s eyes welled with tears but she nodded. “Okay, but please don’t tell my mom you don’t like them. I told her I was starting a new business and she offered to give me some start-up money.”
“I love them! In fact, I will buy them for every room in the Inn,” I said, desperately trying to get the girl to stop crying. “Just please go and get them from the room.”
“Okay,” Becky looked joyful at the prospect of so many soap orders.
“I can’t give you a bulk discount though, unless you give me a deposit.”
“Becky!”
“Okay, okay,” she said, holding up her hands.
I got back when everyone was just finishing and Samantha stood up before I could even sit down.
“I’m tired.”
She didn’t even say goodnight. Just walked away from the table.
Greg and Vivienne left moments later, they both said they had to work early. Tracy and I sat at the table and neither of us knew what to say. So we shared a bottle of wine.
Sometimes wine is all the talking you
“Oh, it’s so nice to get away like this,” Samantha said, looking around the room in what I am sure she thought looked like she was reminiscing. To me it just looked like she was looking for her next prey. “New York can just wear on you, don’t you think Greggy?”
Greg smiled at Samantha before going back to his phone. Samantha has always called him that… Greggy. It makes him sound like a frog. You would think he would ask her to stop. He’s probably just trying to be polite, though. He’s just so great like that.
“I mean, if I get one more desperate person calling me for a review,” she sighed as though her life was plagued with hardship. “It’s pathetic.”
I attempted a sympathetic smile and swallowed the lump in my throat.
I desperately called her for a review .
“And people always think if they put something nice in my room, bring a special gift to the table, it will change my opinion,” she shook her head. “I write what I want, when I want.”
I had to get that basket of soap out of her room.
“Please,” she put on a high pitched voice, “this means the world to me. My business depends on you.”
I saw Tracy’s eyes widen while she clenched the tablecloth with her fists. I looked beside me and Vivienne looked livid too.
“It seems like you have a lot of burdens on your shoulders,” I said to Samantha. “That’s why we are pleased you could come to relax and get away from it all.”
She looked at me as though she had forgotten I was there and just shrugged.
Let’s just say that was the high point of dinner and leave it at that.
When dessert was served I excused myself and found Becky in the kitchen.
“Oh dear God,” I said, grabbing the young girl by her shoulders. “You need to go and get Luisa to take that basket out of Samantha Manning’s room, right now!”
“The one I made with the soaps?” she asked, looking puzzled. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “I just can’t give it to her.”
“I worked on those soaps all night,” she complained.
“I know, I know,” I said, peering through the round window on the kitchen door to make sure everyone was still eating and Tracy wasn’t killing anyone. “I’ll give them to someone else.”
“But you told me to make the lavender ones so it would relax Miss. Manning for the review,” Becky pointed out.
“Becky, I don’t have time to explain. Just go and get the freaking soaps back!” I said.
Becky’s eyes welled with tears but she nodded. “Okay, but please don’t tell my mom you don’t like them. I told her I was starting a new business and she offered to give me some start-up money.”
“I love them! In fact, I will buy them for every room in the Inn,” I said, desperately trying to get the girl to stop crying. “Just please go and get them from the room.”
“Okay,” Becky looked joyful at the prospect of so many soap orders.
“I can’t give you a bulk discount though, unless you give me a deposit.”
“Becky!”
“Okay, okay,” she said, holding up her hands.
I got back when everyone was just finishing and Samantha stood up before I could even sit down.
“I’m tired.”
She didn’t even say goodnight. Just walked away from the table.
Greg and Vivienne left moments later, they both said they had to work early. Tracy and I sat at the table and neither of us knew what to say. So we shared a bottle of wine.
Sometimes wine is all the talking you
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