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Author: Suzannah Burke
fumes?”
“ Ummm, no. Is that what it is, just fresh clean air? Oh God, baby, that is so sad. I can’t believe I can actually taste the difference.”
“ Maybe it’s time we started to do a serious rethink about where we want to spend our time. Can you imagine the kids in this environment?”
“ Not without the iPods, cell-phones and PCs; not to mention DVD players and games consoles. We didn’t need all that crap growing up. This would be so much better for them, maybe help them learn some different values.”
“ See, that’s why I love you, Izzy. You are such a worrier, and beautiful. Plus, of course, you make great burgers.” He gently swatted the delectable butt. “Let’s wait and see how things play out. Give it a week and we’ll talk about it some more, okay? Meantime, which restaurant for breakfast, wife?”
“ Somewhere, um, somewhere that serves pancakes and maple syrup outside. Do you think? Yeah, I’ll bet they have.”
* * *
Other condos were coming to life, several guests nursing payment for the heavy drinking of the night before.
Lana Peters checked in the vanity cabinet. Man, this place had thought of everything. There was a note attached to a little zip bag that read, ‘Hangover cure, drink this.’
She laughed out loud with delight. “Shit, I feel like Alice in Wonderland - eat this, drink me - whoo-hoo! I also feel about nine years old, and I’m talking to my damn self.” She giggled and then held her head. Damn, Alice could wait. The hangover cure could not.
* * *
Skeet had been up and about for hours. He liked to start the day with the sunrise. Cyril was as grumpy as you would expect a crocodile to be with a major hangover. Skeet would have to make it a point to ask the guests only to give him beer. The spirits always gave him a case of the ‘you-know-I’m-a-predator-so-watch-your-damn-ass-'cause-I’m-grumpy’s.
“ Eat ya breakfast and stop ya bitchin’, Cyril. I told ya to stay away from that bloody Jack Daniels stuff. Didn’t I tell ya? But oh no, you always know better, can’t tell ya a bloody thing!”
Cyril granted him a large belch and a disgustingly noisy fart. The problem with Skeet was his nagging … but Skeet was Skeet, and he was his family, so it was all good - for now.
“ I’m probably gonna have to get ya a hair of the dog to fix this hangover, Cyril.”
DOG! There is no way known that this crocodile is going to eat the dog. Um, what is a dog? Why does it have hair? Will I like it? Personally, I think a JD would make me feel much better.
* * *
Lucy breezed into the reception area wearing a stunning sunshine-yellow backless sun dress. It set her gold tan off to perfection. Today she had plaited her long hair and it hung down her bared back. A beautiful pair of the new season's Prada completed her outfit. She looked far more like a supermodel than the hard working owner of a luxury resort.
If anyone had thought to mention this to Lucy, she wouldn’t have believed them. She had never thought of herself that way. Daddy had raised her to think business first, last and always.
“ Any sign of Bluey, Ginny?”
“ Huh? Oh … Bluey ... um,I don’t remember seeing him, Lucy.” Ginny had the grace to turn bright red. She had forgotten to check on Bluey, or to tell Skeet that Lucy wanted to see him.
“ Ginny, you need to get a grip on where you are and what you are doing. I don’t want to have to take you off reception, but you know I will, okay? You have got to be on your toes, sweetie. No more warnings, okay?”
“ Lucy, I’m so sorry. I won’t let ya down again, I promise.”
“ All right then. Are all the guests in the Grand Ballroom yet?”
“ Yeees, all except …” she checked her list, “… all except Ms. Andrews and Ms. Dayton. Oh, and Mr. Rodriguez. I didn’t see Ms. Andrews or Mr. Rodriguez arrive. Are they movie stars as well, Luce? And Ms. Andrews wants to change rooms. Guess who she wants
“ Ummm, no. Is that what it is, just fresh clean air? Oh God, baby, that is so sad. I can’t believe I can actually taste the difference.”
“ Maybe it’s time we started to do a serious rethink about where we want to spend our time. Can you imagine the kids in this environment?”
“ Not without the iPods, cell-phones and PCs; not to mention DVD players and games consoles. We didn’t need all that crap growing up. This would be so much better for them, maybe help them learn some different values.”
“ See, that’s why I love you, Izzy. You are such a worrier, and beautiful. Plus, of course, you make great burgers.” He gently swatted the delectable butt. “Let’s wait and see how things play out. Give it a week and we’ll talk about it some more, okay? Meantime, which restaurant for breakfast, wife?”
“ Somewhere, um, somewhere that serves pancakes and maple syrup outside. Do you think? Yeah, I’ll bet they have.”
* * *
Other condos were coming to life, several guests nursing payment for the heavy drinking of the night before.
Lana Peters checked in the vanity cabinet. Man, this place had thought of everything. There was a note attached to a little zip bag that read, ‘Hangover cure, drink this.’
She laughed out loud with delight. “Shit, I feel like Alice in Wonderland - eat this, drink me - whoo-hoo! I also feel about nine years old, and I’m talking to my damn self.” She giggled and then held her head. Damn, Alice could wait. The hangover cure could not.
* * *
Skeet had been up and about for hours. He liked to start the day with the sunrise. Cyril was as grumpy as you would expect a crocodile to be with a major hangover. Skeet would have to make it a point to ask the guests only to give him beer. The spirits always gave him a case of the ‘you-know-I’m-a-predator-so-watch-your-damn-ass-'cause-I’m-grumpy’s.
“ Eat ya breakfast and stop ya bitchin’, Cyril. I told ya to stay away from that bloody Jack Daniels stuff. Didn’t I tell ya? But oh no, you always know better, can’t tell ya a bloody thing!”
Cyril granted him a large belch and a disgustingly noisy fart. The problem with Skeet was his nagging … but Skeet was Skeet, and he was his family, so it was all good - for now.
“ I’m probably gonna have to get ya a hair of the dog to fix this hangover, Cyril.”
DOG! There is no way known that this crocodile is going to eat the dog. Um, what is a dog? Why does it have hair? Will I like it? Personally, I think a JD would make me feel much better.
* * *
Lucy breezed into the reception area wearing a stunning sunshine-yellow backless sun dress. It set her gold tan off to perfection. Today she had plaited her long hair and it hung down her bared back. A beautiful pair of the new season's Prada completed her outfit. She looked far more like a supermodel than the hard working owner of a luxury resort.
If anyone had thought to mention this to Lucy, she wouldn’t have believed them. She had never thought of herself that way. Daddy had raised her to think business first, last and always.
“ Any sign of Bluey, Ginny?”
“ Huh? Oh … Bluey ... um,I don’t remember seeing him, Lucy.” Ginny had the grace to turn bright red. She had forgotten to check on Bluey, or to tell Skeet that Lucy wanted to see him.
“ Ginny, you need to get a grip on where you are and what you are doing. I don’t want to have to take you off reception, but you know I will, okay? You have got to be on your toes, sweetie. No more warnings, okay?”
“ Lucy, I’m so sorry. I won’t let ya down again, I promise.”
“ All right then. Are all the guests in the Grand Ballroom yet?”
“ Yeees, all except …” she checked her list, “… all except Ms. Andrews and Ms. Dayton. Oh, and Mr. Rodriguez. I didn’t see Ms. Andrews or Mr. Rodriguez arrive. Are they movie stars as well, Luce? And Ms. Andrews wants to change rooms. Guess who she wants