At the Inn
The Anniversary Inn was on Lusk Street, right near one of the entrances to Ann Morrison Park. Large trees showed the border to the park. The Boise Bench rose as a backdrop to the old Victorian Style building. It was painted a light gray with white stairs leading up to the porch. I carried our bags, even though Juniper wanted to carry her own. I wasn’t going to risk her tripping and hurting herself. They weren’t big, but I wanted to ensure tonight would be good, no matter what she decided. We entered the reception area and two women were seated behind the tall counter. The office was a little stark. White walls, uncluttered desks with older computers, and a little fridge with a glass door were the only things aside from the older office chairs. One of the women smiled. Her name tag read
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