“I was as close to miserable as I’d been in quite a while. I’d eaten so much my stomach actually hurt, but was it ever worth it! The kitchen crew had outdone itself this morning: golden brown omelets oozed melted cheese, encasing a mélange of red and green peppers, mushrooms, and onion (I’d had so many of these already at the Miramar, but why stop a good thing?); crispy bacon with just the right amount of succulent fat left on the slices (that is always my favorite part, I have to admit); fr...esh fruit and yogurt topped with the resort’s homemade granola and toasted almonds; freshly squeezed orange juice; and a steaming carafe of coffee. I was in “hog heaven”, as my dad likes to say after a good meal. Unfortunately, evil had invaded this hog heaven, this paradise. The Miramar, its appeal lost in a miasma of malevolence, was no longer the dream place to work. As I sat with my eyes closed, resting and waiting for Ellie to get out of the shower, I thought about everything that had happened.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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