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Rocky Road
Lucas had made our reservation for three nights, so the clerk at the front desk looked a little puzzled when we appeared and said we wanted to check out. “Is there anything wrong with the accommodations?” she inquired, a worried little frown pulling at her expertly plucked brows.
“No, not at all,” I said at once. “The room was perfect. I hope we can come back someday. But we just had some urgent family business come up, so — ”
“Oh,” she replied, expression clearing. “Of course. Let me take care of this. We can only refund one night because we need twenty-four-hour notice, but — ”
Oops. I hadn’t thought of that. I certainly didn’t want Lucas (or his friend with the timeshare…I wasn’t exactly sure who had financed the room) losing out on hundreds of dollars, and I bit my li
