Manager's Suite, The Arms Hotel, Saturday
With Mike staying there, Mary was pretty sure she was safe in her own suite. But just to be on the safe side, she had pushed a heavy piece of furniture up against the door. Mike had thought she was nuts for doing it, but Mary wanted to be very certain that her father had no access to the suite while he was staying in the same building.
The only problem with this set-up was that she was out of cigarettes. She'd made certain that the refrigerator was stocked with food before blocking off access to the door, but she'd forgotten how quickly she used to go through cigarettes when she needed help calming down after an encounter with her dad.
So Mary was pacing around her living room, trying to fight the nicotine craving while hoping that she didn't wake up the guest napping in her extra bedroom.
[For a not-so-welcome visitor. Sensitive material alluded to in the comments.]
The only problem with this set-up was that she was out of cigarettes. She'd made certain that the refrigerator was stocked with food before blocking off access to the door, but she'd forgotten how quickly she used to go through cigarettes when she needed help calming down after an encounter with her dad.
So Mary was pacing around her living room, trying to fight the nicotine craving while hoping that she didn't wake up the guest napping in her extra bedroom.
[For a not-so-welcome visitor. Sensitive material alluded to in the comments.]