Molly cancels her booking on booking.com, but in the evening I get a Whatsapp message from someone called Miss Molly, asking about accommodation for the same date that she has just cancelled. Her profile picture, if it is indeed her, shows a young woman with the kind of beauty that is undercut by a hardness of character. I imagine she is totally self-absorbed: there is no other way to interpret the dramatic pout and the steely eyes. I very much doubt she has an 18 year old son and feel it is much more likely that she is meeting someone for a secret rendezvous.
'That's it,' says John when I show him the picture. 'I knew she was up to something. Tell her to take her lil gathering somewhere else. We're closed.'
I fear Miss Molly will be the last enquiry we have for a long time.
Today I began a meditation course called 21 days of Abundance with Deepak Chopra. So far so good.
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