18Jerzy was hunched over his desk, reading the guest ledger. When he saw Scratch and Betty saunter through the lobby of the Primrose, he dropped his pen and straightened up as if an army sergeant had barked an order. He came from around the desk, and stared. Then he rushed to greet them.
“Mr Williams… uh… Scratch, my friend! How-how good to see you!” Jerzy's whole body shook, causing him to have a slight hiccup when he spoke. “Miss Klein… What brings you here?”
Scratch glanced at Betty.
“I took some family portraits and Christmas photos for him,” Betty said.
“You celebrate Christmas, Jerzy?”
“Of course,” Jerzy chuckled. “I'm an American now! I celebrate every holiday.”
“Oh, yeah,” Scratch looked at him incredulously. “Hey Jerzy, we're here to see the room.”
“Room?” Jerzy smiled.
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