The night was still young, but something about having eaten my weight in sweets made me crave a soft bed and privacy, where I could change into stretchy pants and check my digital messages. Back in my room, I found Jeffrey sitting on a chair, staring at the door as though ...
“When was the last time you dusted that top shelf?” I listened as my employee apologized for being too short to reach the upper level with the feather duster. “That’s no excuse,” the woman said. “Get a ladder. Chop chop. You’ve got young legs, so ge...
By ten thirty, everyone but me was drunk. That wasn't the unusual part, though. All dozen of the ladies had brought their yarn and needles, and they were actually knitting. Someone started a drinking game: if you dropped a stitch, you had to take a shot of whiskey. Naturally, this led to more dro...