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Becky couldn’t believe it actually worked. The whole time while she was talking to the front desk, she’d been terrified they were going to realize she was lying, that they were going to call the cops on her and make her go back to Donahue’s. But it worked!
If Becky ever found herself doubting in God again, she’d just remember everything he’d done for her tonight. Like the cab that just happened to pass after she made up her mind where she needed to go. She still felt bad she couldn’t pay the driver, but he must have realized she was in some sort of trouble because he only gave her a little bit of a hard time about it.
Convincing the front desk to call Mrs. Drisklay’s room wasn’t as hard as she expected either. She’d taken a small risk assuming that Mrs. Drisklay was checked into
