Sunday, December 13, 2015

Left Behind-The Kids: Escape To Masada Chapter 7

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Left Behind-The Kids: Escape To Masada Chapter 7


Vicki followed Mark into the hallway, and a wave of chlorine assaulted her senses. Before her sister, Jeanni, had been born, Vicki’s family spent a couple of weekends every year at what her dad called “a fancy hotel.” Vicki spent hours at the pool with her older brother, Eddie, ate at nearby restaurants, and once she remembered getting room service.


The door to the pool opened and Vicki heard splashing. She missed the laughs and giggles of kids around a pool, of kids in general. An older woman carried a bucket of ice inside and closed the door.


“Her room is right up there,” Mark whispered. “Play it cool when we go by. Don’t stare.”


They walked confidently down the hall.  215.  217.  219.  Vicki slowed a little and listened for a television, someone talking, perhaps a GC radio. They passed 221. Mark squeezed by a laundry cart ahead, and Vicki paused as she passed 223. A maid across the hall loaded wet towels into a basket. Covers and sheets lay strewn on the floor.


A door opened suddenly behind her and Vicki nearly screamed.


“Excuse me,” a man said loudly.


Vicki stopped, took a breath, and turned. She expected a Peacekeeper or Morale Monitor, but instead saw a man in his undershirt, his hair neatly combed back and parted in the middle. hands on hips. “I called down to the front desk twenty minutes ago and asked about an ironing board!”


The maid walked into the hallway. “Very sorry sir,” she said in broken English. “I…get now.” The woman hurried to the elevator as Vicki followed Mark to 264. He had the door open when she got there.


“It’s going to take that cleaning woman a few minutes to get back,” Vicki whispered. “Let’s go into the room that’s being cleaned.”


Left Behind-The Kids: Escape To Masada Chapter 7



Left Behind-The Kids: Escape To Masada Chapter 7

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