Every evening before Bellamy's opens, Margaret checks the same unwanted table and the drawer beneath it. A young server, spilled wine, and a renovation disturb a ritual she has protected for twenty-six years.
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Seven hotel rooms have no sheets, the group bus is early, and Camila signed the count that hid the shortage. Marking rooms ready would only move the problem upstairs.
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