Suite 611, The Arms Hotel
Well, there went her discount for keeping her kitchenette pristine. If anyone ever needed a home-cooked meal, it was Henry. And while Cindy could happily never spend another minute of her life cooking or cleaning or doing anything else that reminded her of Before, there was also a part of her that looked to the old familiars in an emotionally stressful situation. During her divorce to Bluebeard, everyone on the thirteenth floor had been treated to three-course meals (except for Frau Totkenkinder, who said she could taste the heartbreak) and the Glass Slipper had never been cleaner.
Give her six guys with guns trained on her over a heartbroken friend any time. At least in the first scenario, she could do something.
"Come on in," she called over her shoulder, juggling a few bags of groceries. "It shouldn't be too messy. I love having a cleaning staff."
[For one please!]
Give her six guys with guns trained on her over a heartbroken friend any time. At least in the first scenario, she could do something.
"Come on in," she called over her shoulder, juggling a few bags of groceries. "It shouldn't be too messy. I love having a cleaning staff."
[For one please!]