Chapter Eleven


            Last night was way too much for me to handle and I had an information overload. Honestly, I could not handle everything Ya-ya was telling me. My brain just stopped. I don’t remember what I did after I hung up the phone. The whole night was a blur. I just woke up in the room and Ava didn’t ask me what happened.    

            I crawled out of the comfy hotel bed and noticed Ava wasn’t her bed. In fact, she wasn’t even in the room. I checked the clock. 10:48. She wasn’t in the bathroom either.

“Maybe she went to get breakfast,” I mumbled to myself.

            I took this opportunity to freshen up and find something else to wear. It seemed as though Ava anticipated me waking up before she got back so she left me some clothes to wear. Nothing fancy. Just your standard jeans and a t-shirt. I threw them on and put on the same sneakers I had from yesterday.        

            I glanced out the enormous window and took in the spectacular view of Manchester. The town looked pretty alive for eleven in the morning. It was nearing winter and yet people were wearing short-sleeves. I was considering throwing on a jacket when there was a knock at the door.

“Room service,” called a male voice.

“I didn’t order any room service,” I said once I opened the door.

“It’s already been paid for ma’am.”

“By who?” I asked.

“A Mrs. Cara Blaire.”

“Oh okay. Thanks,” I said.

            I showed him where to leave the cart and since I didn’t have money he left without a tip. Ava predicted that I’d be hungry and she got me breakfast. That was really nice of her. I was happily enjoying my food when Ava walked in.

“Nice to see you’re up finally. You sleep like you’re dead,” she remarked.

“I was just tired,” I said defensively.

“Whatever you say Sleeping Beauty,” she replied.

“Where were you?” I asked.

“I had to take care of something. But I’m here now. Let’s hit the town.”

            She smiled. It seemed sincere so I agreed to go out with her. The woman at the front desk, Louise, told us to enjoy our outing. She seemed to be a lot nicer to us once she heard the name Cara Blaire. I wonder how important this woman was.

            Ava and I took off on foot to the many boutiques lining the streets. The people in Maine were a lot friendlier than I expected. Actually, I’m not sure what I expected.

After a few hours of wandering around the town Ava said, “Do you want to get something to eat? I know a great restaurant right by here.”

“Are you sure we should be spending the money we have so quickly? Room service is expensive and now we’re going to a restaurant?”

            Yeah that’s me. Buzz kill. I’m never the one to be all responsible but for some reason this seemed like a situation that called for a responsible person.

“We’ll be fine,” Ava assured me. “Now let’s go.”

            Sitting in the town square was a quaint little restaurant named Peking Garden. We were seated and told that someone would be back to take our order.

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