The alarm shrilled at 0230. I felt pretty well rested. I got up, brushed my teeth, made a pass through my hair with an travel brush and got dressed. Everything was packed away five minutes before Amy showed up. She was right on time.
“I imagine that one doesn’t leave tips for housekeeping, here,” I said.
“That’s right. You ready,” she asked.
“Lead on,” I said.
Sunday, November 13, 2016
Monday, February 1, 2016
Chapter 4 of "No Working Title Yet"
“Are you hungry,” Amy asked.
“I can eat,” I said.
“OK, then let’s get something,” she said. Still playing Sherpa, she towed my suitcase and laptop bag behind her, as I followed. By my watch, it was well after 2PM. ‘I can eat’ was an understatement.
“I can eat,” I said.
“OK, then let’s get something,” she said. Still playing Sherpa, she towed my suitcase and laptop bag behind her, as I followed. By my watch, it was well after 2PM. ‘I can eat’ was an understatement.
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