Rudie stood up, the papers falling to her feet, her heart galloping. Why hadn’t Ann Hepner told her this? She called the agency and started speaking before Ann had time to greet her.
“Do we have to book a room?” Her words came out rapid-fire.
“Hello, Rudie. Are you excited? Do you have your nursery ready?”
“The hotel. Do we book the room ourselves or have you booked it? Have you heard anything?”
“The flight from Haiti should be landing at six o’clock as planned. We’ll get them off the plane, through Immigration, and settled with a snack and some clean clothes and then they can meet you. I’m sure I sent you the room number and all that?”
“I only have the conference room number. I just figured out that you’re expecting us to stay more than one night. I haven’t booked a room.”
“It’
