Guesthouse Stories

The next morning, we woke up like normal, except this time our parents were the ones dragging. I think they all had too much to drink at the concert. They stumbled in late after we had passed out. My aunt came down the hallway, and her hair was a mess. She went through the motions as if she were going to make breakfast. She stopped getting things around and poured a coffee for herself. "How was the concert, Aunt Emily? Di...

I was working as a manager at this beautiful lodge. I took care of bookings, house holding and meals to guests that had breakfast and dinner.  After a couple of days there, I knew every guest at the lodge and what they needed and where. Those who had meals were all made by me and not the kitchen staff. All and all, I enjoyed my work. Each morning around six am the first thing I did, was take a few laps in the pool. It was...