Manager's Suite, The Arms Hotel, Saturday afternoon
"No, Sven, I really don't think I'll be able to keep my appointment today for a massage," said Mary, struggling to hold onto the phone with her plastic hands. "It's a shame, really. I could use it. My muscles have really stiffened up overnight... Oh, you've been getting a lot of cancellations today? You must get this kind of stuff a lot. If you can squeeze me in tomorrow... Yes, that would be perfect. Thank you for being so understanding."
With that taken care of, Mary hung up the phone (after a bit of a struggle with her plastic hands, of course) and sat back. She wasn't leaving her suite like this.
[I suppose it could be open, if anyone wanted to call or stop by.]
With that taken care of, Mary hung up the phone (after a bit of a struggle with her plastic hands, of course) and sat back. She wasn't leaving her suite like this.
[I suppose it could be open, if anyone wanted to call or stop by.]