13When things are going wrong, it is tempting to think that the bad stuff has been gotten through and things will turn right again any minute. At least, that’s what the usually optimistic Molly was thinking that Friday, the day of her first dinner. She had woken up to hear Bobo throwing up, and then realizing the dog was in her bed and puking on her pillow. Then, drinking her first cup of coffee and checking her email, she got her first gîte cancellation. It was the fussy guest, the one who kept emailing with more and more demands. Apparently she had failed to respond quickly enough to his last petulant email and he had canceled on her.
Just in time to get a refund of his deposit. Of course.
Undeterred, Molly spent an hour doing prep work in the kitchen before running out for last-minute
