Ameera Unveiled by Kathleen Varn

Author:Kathleen Varn
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: FIC044000, FIC04100, PER003000
ISBN: 9781939371010
Publisher: BQB Publishing
Published: 2013-07-24T21:00:00+00:00

19

The breakfast buffet buzzed with Hedo guests wearing summer clothing. Diners in shorts, tank tops, and sandals heaped eggs, pancakes, fruit, and pastries on their plates. I took a couple of pieces of bacon with a spoonful of eggs accented with hot sauce. A cold Diet Coke reserved my spot at the table with Jennifer.

“Morning, Kat,” Jennifer greeted me cheerfully. “Everything looks different than it did last night, huh?” Denise and Kelly had beaten me to the table.

“No kidding,” I said. “Can’t wait for pajama night!” We all chuckled.

“Looks like a good day for the beach,” Denise said. “I assume we’ll get recreational time.”

“Our class isn’t on the activities board yet,” Jennifer said as she poked her pancake. “Guess we’ll know our schedule around eight.” Her orange gypsy skirt helped cover a black bathing suit that was accented by a straw cowboy hat and a turquoise necklace.

“How do you feel today, Kelly?” I asked. She was nursing a mug of coffee.

“Y’all should’ve cut me off sooner,” she answered.

“Is that before the ‘I love yous’ or when you flashed the photographer?” Denise teased.

Kelly’s face reddened. “Did I really?”

We all nodded.

“Where’re they posting those? Y’all, we need to get rid of ’em.”

“I’m sure that isn’t the first ass he’s taken a picture of,” Jennifer teased.

“But it’s my ass!” Kelly said, slumping over her coffee. “Where’s Polly?”

“She’s been up, worked out, probably run through the whole show, and already had breakfast,” I said. “Who knows? She’ll be here by eight.”

“I went shelling this morning. Ruth came with me to look for birds,” Denise volunteered. “The beach is beautiful.”

The dining room filled and emptied steadily. Ruth soon joined us, her sleeveless khaki shirt accented by a major set of binoculars.

“Sybil’s getting the entertainment manager,” Ruth said. She laid her binoculars on the table. “They’ll be here in a couple of minutes.”

Polly and Melody drifted in and pulled up two more chairs.

I looked toward the lobby and saw Sybil. She was walking beside a Jamaican man in his early thirties. He carried a clipboard and wore an all-business face.

“He looks like a lot of fun,” Melody said sarcastically. “Shouldn’t you look fun when you’re in charge of entertainment?”

He wasn’t even near our table and we already felt a killjoy air about him.

“Good luck, Jenn,” I said, without moving my lips.

Jennifer put on her most charming smile and stood to shake his hand.

“Ladies, this is the entertainment manager, Rich,” Sybil said. “Rich, these’re the members of Palmetto Oasis Middle Eastern Dance Troupe.”

We all said, “Hello.”

“Nice to meet you,” he droned, sat, and placed his clipboard in front of him. “I understand my corporate office sent you here?”

We nodded politely.

“On behalf of our staff, enjoy your time on the beach and in the restaurants, and please honor our no-tipping rule. Questions?”

“We’re here to teach belly dance classes,” Jennifer spoke first. “We noticed we aren’t on the activities board. Do you have a time or location for us yet?”

Sybil nodded her approval as Rich snorted and shifted in his chair.

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