The Wake-Up Call

Frannie stepped into the doorway and stopped short, her eyes wide and mouth moving like a fish out of water. “Hey! You took my bed!”

Behind Frannie, Leslie and Katie entered the suite. Frannie’s exclamation stopped them in their tracks.

“I WHAT?” Robin yelled, glaring at Frannie. “Both beds were covered with crap! ONE of them HAD to be mine, and neither of them had your name on it.”

Frannie stammered, “I meant to be back earlier. My father took me to lunch and…”

“Who the hell ARE you? Some rich kid with MAIDS?”

“I was hanging clothes, but I ran out of hangers... and Dad made lunch reservations, so I had to leave. I... I thought I would be back earlier.”

“Look. I don’t give a damn! Just get hangers! Then get enough stuff outa this closet so half of it can be mine. Find somewhere else for your suitcases, like under your bed, or out in street for all I care!”

Noticing the two girls standing mute outside the bedroom door, Robin shrugged. “Obviously, she thinks she owns the place. She’s claimed the whole room for herself. What did she expect me to do, set up camp in the bathroom? Oh, of course not, cuz that’s full of her crap, too.”

Frannie insisted, “I was going to leave you half. I just didn’t know where to put everything.”

The tall brunette entered the room one step ahead of the second girl who was the image of an Indian princess. “I’m Leslie Bleu and this is Katie Grayfox. We’re your suitemates.”

“I’m Robin Hart, and I have no idea who she is.” Robin jerked her thumb toward Frannie.

“My name is Frannie, Frannie Braun… and I’m not rich and I’m definitely not what you called me earlier.”