“Towels,” the woman mumbled. She lifted a basket filled with folded towels and bars of soap. “For your room and your friend’s.” I took the towels from the woman, and then it finally clicked…. “Oh!” I said with a smile. “You must be—” “Olga,” the woman mumbled. Without another word, she turned and shuffled down the hall. Bess and I leaned out the door, watching Olga until she disappeared down the staircase. “That’s the housekeeper Stacey hired?” I asked. “The one who was so passionate about saving the beach that she’d work for free?” “She doesn’t seem like the passionate type to me. Maybe she’s just eccentric,” Bess said. “Or weird,” I said. We checked out George’s room, which was as nice as ours, then went downstairs to help Stacey with the party planning. The first thing she had us do was send out the invites, which had arrived from the printer. We sat in the newly renovated dining room, stuffing envelopes, then sticking preprinted labels on them.
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