Love, Rosie (238 page)

of
your
father
behind
you.
That’s
the
best
motivation
a
person
could
get.

Do
you
mind
me
asking
what
is
it
about
these
hotels
that
you
love
so

much?

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subject
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Rosie

Julie

Why
I
love
hotels!

I
just
get
this
feeling
when
I
walk
into
really
nice
hotels.
For
me
they

represent
everything
in
life
that’s
luxurious
and
full
of
splendor.
I
love
that

people
pamper
you
and
look
after
you.
Everything
is
so
clean
and
pristine,
so

completely
perfect.
So
unlike
home,
well
my
home
anyway.

I
love
that
people
go
to
enjoy
themselves;
it’s
not
so
much
a
place
of

work
as
being
a
host
in
paradise.

I
get
excited
by
the
sparkling
bathrooms,
the
big
fluffy
robes,
the
slip-

pers,
and
the
décor.
Where
else
would
you
find
chocolate
on
your
pillow?
It’s

like
the
tooth
fairy
and
Santa
Claus
all
at
once.
There’s
24-hour
room
service

and
bouncy
padded
carpets,
turned-down
beds
and
minibars,
bowls
of
fruit

and
free
shampoo.
I
feel
like
I’m
Charlie
in
the
chocolate
factory.
Everything

you
want
is
at
your
disposal,
all
you
have
to
do
is
pick
up
the
phone
and

press
the
magic
number
and
the
people
on
the
other
end
of
the
phone
are

only
too
delighted
to
help.

To
stay
in
one
is
the
ultimate
treat;
to
work
in
one
would
be
an
everyday

pleasure.
When
I
finish
this
course
I’m
automatically
placed
in
a
hotel
as
a

love,
rosie

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temporary
manager
in
training
so
I
just
know
that
there’s
a
job
for
me
at
the

end
of
the
rainbow.

You
have
an
instant
message
from:
RUBY

Ruby:

Rosie:

Ruby:

Rosie:

Ruby:

Rosie:

Ruby:

Rosie:

Hello
stranger.

Oh
hi
Ruby,
sorry
it’s
been
so
long;
I’ve
had
a
lot
on
lately.

No
apologies
needed.
How’s
your
mum?

Not
great.
That
tear
reservoir
still
hasn’t
dried
up.
She’s
coming
to

stay
with
me
for
a
little
while.

In
the
flat?

Yes.

How’s
that
going
to
work?
You
don’t
have
any
spare
rooms.

Oh
gosh
it
has
been
ages
since
I
spoke
to
you.
After
many
days
of

deliberations
with
Brian
the
Whine
I
eventually
gave
in
and
have

decided
to
allow
Katie
to
stay
with
him
in
Ibiza
for
the
summer.
I

must
be
crazy
because
no
matter
how
much
Brian
the
Whine
assures

me
that
he’s
a
responsible
father
who
will
keep
an
eye
on
his
daugh-

ter,
I
can’t
stop
thinking
of
the
fact
that
he
ran
off
when
he
found