Jul 31, 2020
gaining entry to her brother’s room was a piece of cake really. one phone call to room service, an order of eggs, bacon and orange juice to his room and a promise of it being ready in five minutes and that was it. he looked tired, worse for wear when the door swung open to the server with the trolley. “ they don’t have grape juice in italy, can you believe ? they asked me if i meant wine, at seven in the morning. ” her words were pleasant, chipper even, she knew her brother knew her better than to not notice the underlying edge to them. with a tip to the server she pushed the trolley into the room entirely and shut the door behind her. “ is the door to the bedroom closed ? i don’t want to wake michael up. ”
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