Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Paying the twenty-five had hurt, as she was on a tight budget.
“If I catch you trying to sneak anyone else in, you’ll be asked to leave immediately.”
Embarrassed that Chelsea was talking so nastily in front of the day clerk, she almost slunk out of the office in shame. Megan couldn’t explain what the turning point was when she took her last BS from Chelsea.
She gave Chelsea the cold shoulder and walked to stand in front of Harford. “Can you give me the name and number of the owner?”
Chelsea shoved Harford aside. “Why do you want his number?”
“I wasn’t talking to you, Chelsea,” she said coldly. Returning her attention back to Harford, she continued talking as if Chelsea weren’t listening. “I have done nothing to deserve the way Chelsea speaks to me. I plan to make him aware of the treatment I have been receiving, and if I am asked to leave without a valid reason after I have paid for the room in advance, I will seek legal advice.” Megan held out her hand to Harford. “I’d like the owner’s number.”
“I’m the manager,” Chelsea blustered. “Zack won’t care about your complaints.”
“Maybe not, but I’m still going to call.”
Taking the card from Harford’s hand, Megan noticed the hateful way Chelsea was looking at her. A cold shiver ran down her back. It was filled with such spitefulness that it stopped her from leaving. Chelsea knew she had frightened her.
“I would think twice, sloth brains,” she jeered.
Megan felt the color drain of out her cheeks. She would rather Chelsea had struck her than use the nickname Curt had constantly tormented her with during their marriage.
Giving Chelsea her back, she took a step forward, then another, until she found herself out of the office. She immediately went to her car. Megan refused to give Chelsea the pleasure of listening to her cry in her room. She’d waited until she parked beside the dumpster of the diner to break into tears.
Why did Chelsea hate her so much? She had tried to be friends with her, but Chelsea would laugh with her friends about every little thing about her, from the type of clothes she wore, her hair, and she had even been told Chelsea made fun of the way she wore her makeup until it was easier not to wear any.
When she reached the Coleman’s driveway, Megan turned on her blinker. She needed to put the confrontation with Chelsea to the back of her mind. She had held off calling her manager, hoping the threat alone would be sufficient. She might dislike Chelsea, but she also didn’t want to take a chance to ger her fired right before Christmas.
“You’ve got this.” Parking her car, Megan nervously walked to Silas’ front door, where she took a deep breath before she knocked.
Silas came to the door, raising his brow at her. “Hi, Megan. Which of the boys ordered lunch? They could have at least waited until the stew was done.”
Megan shook her head. “I’m not here for a delivery. If you have a few minutes, I have something I’d like to talk to you about. That is, if you’re not busy.” Megan started backing up at seeing Ginny walk up behind Silas. “I can come back later?”
“Megan, at least let me answer before you take off.” Silas laughed. “We’re just sitting around, writing a grocery list of what we need from the store for Christmas dinner. If you want a private conversation, I can get my jacket.”
“No, that won’t be necessary. The favor I want to ask involves your family. I was going to ask you first and get your opinion, but I might as well get it over with.”
“Might as well.” He smiled.
Megan wanted to take a nose-dive off the front porch. “I didn’t mean it to come out that way. When I get nervous, my mouth works faster than my brain,” she apologized.
Silas stepped back. motioning her to come inside. “We must be related,” he teased. “My big-mouthed brothers have the same problem.”
Stepping inside, she shook her head when Ginny offered to take her coat. “No, thank you. I don’t want to take up much of your time.” Licking her dry lips under the scrutiny of Silas and his sister, she timorously followed Silas into the huge living room.
“Have a seat,” Silas offered.
“I prefer to stretch my legs out. I spend too much time in my car.”
Silas nodded in understanding, and Megan just stood there, unable to talk with everyone staring at her.
“You have a favor to ask?” Silas prompted.
“Could I buy a plot in your family cemetery?”
Megan tapped her cold feet on the driver’s mat as she waited outside the church. She would give it a couple more minutes before she left. If the pastor didn’t arrive, she would have to come back later.