TWENTY THREE - WYNETTE

Wynette

After I hung up the phone, I gave my forehead a light massage with one hand. The overnight clerk at my front desk wasn't going to be coming in. That shouldn't have come as much of a shock. He lived quite a distance out from the town center, on a side road that was not on anyone's list of top priorities to clear. It was necessary for him to call in frequently if there were nor'easters like the one that is currently bearing down on us. Because Mary, who worked the day shift, was such a fan of overtime, we never had any issues with this. However, Murphy's Law seemed to be operating at full strength this week. Mary was sick with the flu, and Louis, who worked a rotating schedule, had family visiting from out of town and was unable to work any extra shifts.

It wasn't a problem for me to make up the difference, but at that moment we were very close to having the house completely packed. The building of the resort that the pack was going to build had begun, but because there were not