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Brindisi, La Traviata (Verdi)
Violet (thoughts)
September 19, early morning hours
I didn’t have to use Nico’s set of keys. The galley door was open. After working thirteen hours, sitting only at break time—and attending meetings scheduled during some of those breaks to not disturb the service—somebody had been negligent and would have answered for that if I hadn’t been here. Fortunately I had to come to borrow two carts from room service. I’ll use them to bring the small-sized artworks from the storeroom located deep under the bakery kitchen to the shop’s backroom where my tour leader’s bags are ready for tomorrow’s fun. Soon they’ll be quite full. My plan has worked well. Chance has selected ten passengers, members of the Circle, for “Sailing around Madeira on a luxury yacht.” I’ll
