“Rick! Hey, Rick! How does this thing work? I can’t find the start button.”
The tall, well-tanned young man turned toward the inquiry and smiled inwardly when he saw who posed the question. The Powells, so Rick had been told, had been famous in their time. Actors, he thought, but he wasn’t sure. He certainly hadn’t seen them in anything. But Mr and Mrs Powell always seemed genuinely surprised when people didn’t defer to them. Or, worse still, didn’t recognize them.
They always dressed and acted like they had lots of money to throw around, but Rick knew they were staying in one of the cheaper cabins. They weren’t really rude or anything. They just expected to be treated like they were special.
“So, what seems to be the problem, Mr. Powell?” asked Rick as he approached the couple.
“I can
