All Snowed Inn

any'

h customers. Max, Cheryl and Phillipe ran across the floo

any minute now, cos it's been thi

oices in my inn, but I couldn't just refuse customers because they shouted a lot. And honestly,

long sigh, I entered the kitchen to prepare his breakfast myself. My chef called in sick lat

for the starry nights and the white snow dusting the red rocks. Ther

My spot is normally in my office upstairs or sometimes, behind the count

n took his first bite while I hoped he had no more complaints. I heard footsteps behind

have with the food. As owner and manager of the inn, my place is i

t. It's been ages. Hope y

etter each time I saw it, before telling me how great things wer

and address boldly written so I

Trust Bank and I was sceptical. They might be the

ripping the envelope open. I was apprehensive about what I migh

piece that had been folded down to roug

eart rate sped up as my eyes widened in shock. For a

some kind of mistake, but there was no w

Trust Bank that dated back to when I was eleven years old. I read through a

ement to pay back in ten years. Fifteen years had passed sin

feel an unusual pain. My body sank lower int

? Why hadn't my father told

back was too steep. I kept searching my thoughts for th

ving any say on the matter? Wa

I grabbed my bag. I checked my watch: a few minutes past eight in the morni

sit in my office, trying to sort things out over the phone and some emails. There was

compromise or reach an ag

illipe, telling him to han

e are you

is shoulder and a soft smile. I couldn't let him

m the bus station, and since I had no

me in wonder. Some of them, clearly tourists, wore terrified faces but

he station, there were

my seat at the back. The bus left the station and all I could think about

ve kept from me? And what were

op, no matter how much I pondered on it. If on

out of my thoughts. As I walked down the aisle, I

I crossed the road and