Jody returned from lunch to discover the doilies gone. Every one prevented vases and lamps from damaging the Inn’s antique furniture. Gabby claimed not to have taken them. But she did request that Jody fix it with the spares.
They both knew they would show up at some later date. The Lobby, Sitting Room and Dining Room looked unfinished. They finished the look of a well-appointed, turn of the century home, and it was key to the intimate image of the Blue Moon Inn.
Jody returned to the front desk to discover several tourists with questions. She graciously answered them and gave a few added recommendations.
Finally, with the lunch crowd over. Jody found time to search for the reserved stack of doilies. So, she was off to the well-stocked linen closet. There were two in the Inn. One for the upstairs linens and a second for the main floor.
Jody opened the door and e
Benjamin and Denise spent a great day relaxing at the ski resort’s lounge and restaurant. Denise didn’t mind the fact Benjamin received a refund on their lift tickets. They were sitting on the patio, drinking hot chocolate, and talking with each other. She could not believe the change in Benjamin. He was caring and concerned about her welfare.As they talked about the future, he kept looking to her for her input. He wanted to take his media work in a whole new direction, from a single’s or couple’s travel concept to a family journey. Travelling with a baby and a toddler. Great places to visit. Fun and educational trips sprinkled in with historical and cultural trips.This was all so new for them. It was like this when he started while they were dating. The glamour of his job swept away from her, and after they married, she’d settled down into her own while he flitted off to who knows where. Now she realized it’d been a mistake. She n
Greta and Eric didn’t sleep well that night. They were up early the next morning and comparing notes. Creating strategies. Today was a trip to the archives.Greta hoped taking her laptop with her would email from the night before. The Inn’s dead zonemade it impossible to send.“So, the email I said I sent?” Greta was poking at the laptop keyboard as they sat in the dining room with their morning coffee.“Yeah? What about it?”
Jody couldn’t believeBilly had just closed them in the linen closet. He was so close to her now that she could feel his breath and his body heat. “What? What are you doing?”“The apron I left out to use today is missing. Do you know anything about it?” Billy’s smile lit up his face in amischievouslight.Itirked her. She
They stood at the park’s entrance.Where the ice sculpture displayranjust days ago.Daniel triedto discover who the forlorn soulwas. Hefelt theneedto help her cross over. April avoided reminding him that the ghost-busting team was there and working on it already. She fearedhe would make a pest
Greta and Eric left the Archives in the middle of the afternoon. Withtheirnotes and an appointment to see a local verbal storyteller.The storyteller specialized in tales about the history of the town’s first settlers. With lunch on their minds, they entered the coffee shop. Greta stopped short when she realized the only place to sit and eat was at thetableshe’d photographed a few nights ago. Now she’d seen the photos and the spirit.
Eddiespent a splendid afternoon with Hailey. It finished up with coffee and a dinner date. Now he needed to finish his day by attempting to get the pantry door unstuck. Tonight, they were going up to the restaurant at the Ski Resort. He was fine coming to the Inn for dinner, but Hailey didn’t like the idea of making him eat where he lived and worked. For this, Eddie thought she was adorableand so thoughtful.He shucked his outer gear at the back door of the Inn.Tucked it away on t
Greta and Eric walked down the street to a shop called all things Page Turners. Inside was light and airy. The clean, crisp white and powder blue painted wood and accent trim in daffodil yellow hugged the surroundings. The names of the colour just popped into her mind. She’d expected a dark, dusty wood interior, not this place where kids ran through the racks of shelving. Kelly Jones, the owner of the shop, was just as unexpected as the shop. She was a whirlwind of colour and flowers. A vase tipped over, and that accounted for the flowers. They were artificial and so no water to clean up. “Oh, hi. Good afternoon. How may I help you?” The tall, lean redhead stood up and made her way t
Again, Olivia found her in that in-between area. She was at the Blue Moon. Olivia flowed through time at the Inn as she spent less time than she liked. Like she had once flowed in a river’s current. She was running out of time. Only a few journals were left. They needed to learn how to save themselves and free her. Edward followed her again the last time she dared to venture from the Blue Moon. After all this time, he’d not stopped obsessing over the idea of her. She knew he’d never seen her for who she was. That is why, she’d declined his marriage offer. In those days, Edward saw only dollar signs like so many others. Many came searching for gold and their fortune. Few understood the hills were filled with nickel and not gold. But Edward has seen the lucrative the Blue Moo