Slipping quietly from the bed, Carrie padded to the bathroom. How she wished the toiletries machine had not been out of the toothpaste/toothbrush combo. Shyly she had accepted the use of Don’s.
Flushing the toilet, Carrie studied herself in the mirror, her hair was a mess. “Lakeside Villas, ha. Villa my butt, this place is more like Lakeside closets—so small,” Carrie whispered as she leaned forward into the small mirror above the sink.
The first grayness of morning sifted through the bathroom window, Carrie pulled the curtain aside to peer at the pool and surrounding tables. Maybe this place isn’t too bad, she thought. Would be nicer if someone would pick up the cigarette butts by the palms though.
Early mornings had always mesmerized her; sunrise could make even the most hideous places look beautiful. Carrie leaned against the sill and studied the sights before her, the pool, the lights of the hotels in the distance, the slow stream of cars on the highway, the broad sky with stars still visible as shallow stripes of mauve decorated the morning gray.
Her eyes drifted to the sound of heels lightly clicking on cement and two shadows emerging from one side of the building—a man and a woman.
He was several inches shorter than the woman whose hair was caught up in a tight bun. “If she bends over she’ll be showing it all to the world,” Carrie tittered lightly, commenting on the shortness of the woman’s plaid skirt.
The man, sporting a straw pork pie hat, rested his hands on her buttocks as she leaned into him.
Just for an instant the feeling of familiarity swept through Carrie. She shook her head as she watched a child run toward them.
“Daddy!” She heard the young voice call to the man as her small arms circled his legs. “I want to go, too.” The little girl turned her face to the woman, who gently threaded her fingers through the child’s hair.
“Get back to the room, you should be in bed.” The man rubbed his hand on his daughter’s head and bent to whisper something to her.
Nodding, the child wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed his cheek and scurried back in the direction from which she’d come.
Odd, Carrie thought, to be leaving their daughter so early in the morning. She shrugged her shoulders. “None of my business,” she mumbled as she watched the couple disappear behind the building.
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