ROOM SERVICE
Chapter One
Olivia Callender was fed up with Monday even before
she stepped outside her family's hundred-year-old
hotel and found the brass nameplate above the door listing
to one side like a drunken sailor. From now on, she thought
to herself as she frowned at the tarnished sign, Monday was
on notice.
What she needed was a time machine. Really, it was sort
of amazing that no one had invented one yet when you
could watch TV on your cell phone and your refrigerator
could talk to you. At any rate, a time machine would certainly
solve a lot of her problems.
If she had one, she mused as she backed away from the
hotel's revolving door, she could skip today altogether and
avoid lunch with her uncle. She could spend the crisp September
day walking around Manhattan instead. She bit
back a smile as two businessmen strode by like a pair of
matched horses in their gray suits and black briefcases. If
she had a time machine, she could spend the day walking
around the Manhattan-or the hotel-of her childhood.
Poor old thing, she thought as she tilted her head to
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