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the girls, “Mr. Fallon has been really nice about
getting stuck with us, and we’re not going to pay him
back by leaving dirty linens or bathrooms that need
scrubbing.”
“But what if we end up staying another night?” one
of them complained.
“Then we make the beds up again tonight and wash
the sheets and towels again tomorrow. Boys!” she called
down the hall. “Do you have those beds stripped?”
John heated tomato rice soup and made a pile of
sandwiches, keeping an eye on her as she passed back
and forth through the kitchen carrying heaps of bedding
and borrowed clothing, dirty going one way, warm and
folded the other.
While they ate, she said, “I’m sorry, we don’t know
which of the clothes are yours and which from the lost
and found. We’re just piling everything on the sofa.”
“No problem.”
“I hope we’ve folded the linens the way you like. If
you want us to make up the beds…”
He shook his head. “I’ll do it when guests are scheduled.”
“How do you know when people are coming?”
Dieter asked. “Without a phone?”
“I have a cell phone. Sometimes I can make a call
from here. Otherwise, there’s a spot down river that
usually works.”
“But how do people make reservations?” the boy
persisted. “Do they have to leave a message and wait
until you call?”
He smiled. “No, the real estate office in Danson—