“Oh, come on!”
“No! I don’t like the pool here!”
“It has a great pool! And don’t you start about the food next!”
“Oh, I get it, so only your opinions matter, I don’t have a say at all!”
“You’ve been having your say for the past twenty years,” mumbled Harold.
“What’s that? I heard you!” Nancy glared at him.
“They even have a special deal on Mani-Pedis,” continued Harold quickly.
He walked towards the entrance, followed by an irritable Nancy.
Nearby, two little girls in frayed dresses stood quietly.
The younger one looked up at her sister.
“What are Mani-Pedis?” asked Mary.
“It’s..um when you get your nails cut nicely…or something like that,” replied Rose.
“She’s come to the hotel so someone can cut her nails? Why can’t she cut them herself?”
“Hey! You girls still here? I told you, there’s no food right now, come back later…and come at the back entrance!”
“Come on, let’s go see if Mr. Gregory’s in a good mood, he might just give us some apples,” said Rose.
Mary skipped cheerfully alongside Rose, feeling happy that she could cut her own nails!