Once Upon a Summertime
© 2015 by Melody Carlson
Published by Revell
a division of Baker Publishing Group
P.O. Box 6287, Grand Rapids, MI 49516-6287
Ebook edition created 2015
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ISBN 978-1-4412-2334-0
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The author is represented by Sara A. Fortenberry Literary Agency.
It had
never been Anna Gordon's dream
to work for a motelâcertainly not the Value Lodge. And most definitely not in the same sleepy town she'd grown up in. But as her grandma had reminded her just that morning, “A job is a job, and I'm sure there are plenty of unemployed folks who would be grateful to trade places.” Even so, as Anna walked the six blocks from her grandmother's apartment to her place of employment, she longed for something more.
As Anna came to Lou's Café, someone backed out the front door with a watering can in hand, nearly knocking Anna down. “Excuse
me
!” the careless woman cried as she slopped cold water onto Anna's good Nine West pumps.
As Anna caught her balance, she recognized the offender. “Marley Ferris!” she cried out. “What on earth are you doing here in Springville?”
Marley blinked in surprise.
“Anna?”
“I can't believe it's you.” Anna stared at her old friend in wonder.
Marley set aside the watering can and the two huggedâ
long and hardâexclaiming joyfully over this unexpected meeting.
“It's been so long,” Marley said as they stepped apart.
“Way too long.” Anna slowly shook her head.
“And look at you.” Marley studied Anna closely, from her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair to her shoes. “So professional in your stylish suit. And still looking way too much like Nicole Kidman's little sister.”
Anna smiled. “Thanks.”
“What're you doing in these parts anyway?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing.” Anna adjusted her purse strap.
“I'm just home for a few days.” She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “Helping out with my parents' café. My mom's laid up after back surgery.”
“Oh dear. Is she okay?”
“Yeah. It was a ruptured disc, but sounds like they got it cleaned up. She just needs to take it easy for a few days.” Marley pointed at Anna. “Seriously, what're you doing back in Springville, and looking all uptown too?”
Anna grimaced, wishing for a better answer. “I'm, uh, I'm managing the, uh, the motel,” she mumbled.
“Oh?” Marley's brow creased. “A motel? In
this
town?”
Anna tipped her head down the street with a somber expression.
“The Value Lodge?”
“Uh-huh.” Anna glanced at her watch. “And I should probably get going.”
“Oh yeah, sure.” Marley looked doubtful, as if she was still processing this bit of news.
“It's great seeing you,” Anna said. “You look fantastic.”
“Hey, why don't you come back over here for lunch?” Marley said quickly. “Give us time to catch up. The Value Lodge does give you a lunch break, doesn't it?”
“Absolutely.” Anna nodded eagerly. “At 1:00.”
“I'll be right here.” Marley picked up the can and began to water the large terra-cotta pot by the front door, which was overflowing with colorful pansies and red geraniums. “I promised Mom I'd keep her plants alive until she gets back. Can you believe how hot it's been? And it's only May!” She plucked off a dried bloom, tossing it into the gutter.
“I adore your mom's flowers. So pretty and cheerful.” Anna waved as she continued on her way. And it was trueâshe did love seeing the café's flowers. It was a bright spot in her day. The blooms reminded her of the small hotel she'd worked at during her college years. Some students in the hospitality management program had disparaged the old Pomonte Hotel by calling it the
Podunk
Hotel. But compared to the Value Lodge, the thirty-six-room Pomonte was quite chic, from its cast iron flowerpots by the door to the bubbling fountain in the lobby. It was true what they said: you don't know what you've got until it's gone.
Anna felt a familiar wave of disappointment wash over as her destination came into view. The boring two-story motel had been built in the early eighties, and most Springville residents agreed it was an eyesore. Some more motivated citizens had even gone to the city council demanding improvements. Anna couldn't blame them. When she'd accepted the managerial job, she had convinced herself that she could make a difference in the humdrum lodgingsâor she could move on after a year. Unfortunately, she'd been wrong on both accounts.
As she got closer to the building, her general dismay was
replaced by some ironic gratitudeâshe was thankful that none of her college chums could see her now. It was bad enough having to confess her lackluster vocation to a childhood friend this morning. But if her college acquaintances knewâlike her ex-roommate who now worked in Paris, or the ex-boyfriend who managed a Caribbean RitzâAnna would feel thoroughly humiliated.
She wasn't a big fan of social networking, but she occasionally sneaked a peek at friends' Facebook pagesânot for long, lest she feed any jealous green demons festering inside of her. Naturally, she never posted a single word about her own personal or professional life. Occasionally she was tempted to fake some exotic photos and falsify her whereabouts, just for fun, but really that wasn't her style. Better to remain honest and simply suffer in silence.
From across the street, she frowned at the garishly painted Value Lodge. Not for the first time, she wondered what idiot picked out those colors. The bright yellow and red stripes had always reminded her of a fast-food restaurant; they looked like mustard and ketchup, but much less appetizing. In Anna's opinion, almost everything about this motel was unappealing, from the “free continental breakfast,” which consisted of small cardboard boxes of cereal and cartons of milk and juice, to the kidney-shaped swimming pool in its varying shades of blue and sometimes green, to the lumpy queen beds topped with bedspreads with a texture akin to fiberglass. For the life of her, she could not understand why anyone would stay here on purpose. Well, except that the Value Lodge boasted the “lowest rates in town.” She would give the motel that muchâit was definitely cheap.
It was, in fact, the general frugality of this establishment
that was the very bane of her existence. She'd suggested improvements to the owners, a semi-retired couple who were friends of her grandmother: relatively inexpensive perks like fresh floral arrangements in the lobby, upgraded linens, quality toiletries, or even a bowl of fresh fruit to accompany the continental breakfast. Every time, her ideas were politely but firmly declined. “Not in the budget,” Rich Morgan would tell her. “Not in the budget,” his wife Sharon would repeat like a trained parrot. And off they'd go on their merry little way.
As Anna walked across the motel's narrow parking lot, which had trash in it as usual, she made a mental note to herself to send Mickey out for litter patrolâagain. Taking a deep breath, Anna forced a pleasant smile as an elderly couple exited the motel. They had checked in with her yesterday afternoon, for just one night, but they'd gotten her attention because they seemed like such sweet people. They were taking a cross-country car trip to mark their fiftieth anniversary.
“I hope you enjoyed your stay with us,” she said cheerfully as the gentleman politely held the outer door for her and his wife.
“Yes, uh, thank you.” He sounded hesitant as he followed his wife out. Almost as if something was wrong. Well, why should she be surprised? And why bother to inquire, except that was what a manager said to guests who were checking out. Still standing in the vestibule between the two sets of doors, Anna watched them hurry to their car. Wrinkling her nose, she peered curiously around the small space. Why did it always smell so doggone nasty in here? And even worse on warm days. It was as if someone had gotten sick and no one had bothered to properly clean it up.
She held her breath as she propped the exterior door open, wedging it in place with the rubber doorstop. Fresh air couldn't hurt! Second note to self:
Remind housekeeping to give this room a good
disinfectant scrub during the night shift tonight
. With temps heading for the high nineties this week, this entryway needed to smell freshâor at least not quite so disgusting.
As she continued into the shabby lobby with its faux marble vinyl floor and eighties wallpaper, she vaguely wondered why guests never complained about that wretched smell as they entered. Maybe she should put in a suggestions box. But as she stooped down to smooth a wrinkle from a worn area rug with a curling corner that would soon be a tripping hazard, she realized if guests ever paused to complain, there would be no stopping them.
“Morning, Anna.” Jacob, the night manager, waved sleepily from the reception area.
“Good morning, Jacob.”
He made a relieved smile. “You're early as usual.” He'd already gathered his belongings, as if he planned to make a fast getaway. “Refreshing to see someone who takes her job seriously.”
She heard the teasing tone in his voice but forced a smile. “A good manager is punctual, preemptive, and positive.” She grimaced to think she had just quoted the three Ps from one of her least favorite college instructors. What a joke.
Jacob simply laughed. “Well, then I'll be preemptive and punctual by making a positively swift exit. If I get home in time, I might have a chance to see Maizie before Kendra carts her off for the day. See yaâwouldn't wanna be ya!”
“Not so fast.” Anna held up a hand. Jacob had worked
here longer than she had and was well aware that management was expected to “communicate between shifts.” They were supposed to fill each other in about the goings-on of the motel. “You haven't even given me your updateâ”
“Nothing to report.” He dropped his manager name tag into the top drawer. “Well, except a little excitement in Room 213 last night.” He tugged off his tie, dropping it in the drawer as well.
“What happened?” She stashed her purse in the storage cabinet, locking it since they suspected someone in housekeeping had sticky fingers.
“Just the same old same old.” He tossed the morning mail into the “In” box, then slipped his cell phone into his shirt pocket. “Some teenagers had an adult register a room for them last night. He slipped them in a back door, and of course, they decided to party a little too hearty. The family in 212 called to complain around midnight. Mickey had mentioned something about the kids partying down by the pool earlier but not that they had alcohol or were underage. Anyway, when I checked in on them, it was pretty obvious someone had pulled a fast one on me. So I called the cops. They found alcohol and weed in the room. Hauled all six kids down to the station. End of story.”
She shook her head. “And it's not even the weekend yet.”
“Yeah, but they feel summer in the air. And you know how kids in small towns can be when the weather gets hot.” With his nylon lunch bag in hand, Jacob was on his way out of the reception area. “After all, you grew up here.” He winked. “Bet you were trouble too, back then.”
“That's a bet you'd lose,” she called as he headed for the front door.
“See ya tomorrow, Anna. Same bat-place. Same bat-time. Same bat-channel.”
Then he was gone and the lobby was quiet. As Anna shuffled through some checkout receipts that Jacob had already printed, she wondered about Jacob and his young family. He and Kendra had their hands full with eight-year-old Maizie and three dogs. Jacob was supposed to be finishing his business degree with an online university, but he was nearly forty now, and Anna wondered if he would really pull it off. Even if he did, would he look for other employment or, like her, would he settle here? And did that mean she had settled?
Anna sighed as she pinned the plastic name tag onto the lapel of her dark blue blazer, careful not to snag the fabric. It was a nicely cut Ralph Lauren suit and something the saleswoman had called an “investment” piece. “You should dress for the job you want,” she'd told Anna with authority that seemed convincing, even if the young woman was simply working as a Nordstrom sales clerk. For her first year at the Value Lodge, Anna had been reluctant to wear the expensive suit. Into her second year, it no longer seemed to matter. At least she'd looked impressive when she'd bumped into Marley, she remembered. That was lucky.
After sorting the mail and tending to the usual reception chores, Anna noticed a mom with two small children exiting from the nearby breakfast area. Since she hadn't seen Shawna around yet and it was Shawna's responsibility to maintain “complimentary continental breakfast,” Anna ventured over to check on the condition of the food area. As usual, the counter was messy and sticky and the glass coffeepot of regular coffee was empty and scorching on the bottom. She turned off the element and considered calling
Shawna to remedy this situation, but seeing a young couple headed her way, she decided to do it herself.
After all, she knew a good manager was willing to do any or all of the tasks that she expected of her staff. Of course, she also knew that a truly good manager made sure that she never needed to. Grabbing paper towels and a fresh coffeepot from the storage cabinet, she quickly put the kitchen to order. As she gave the final swipe to the counter, she imagined how inviting a big bowl of fresh fruit would look. It didn't have to be extravagant or expensiveâjust oranges, apples, and bananas.
“Good morning,” Anna said to the couple as they studied the selection of boxed cereals. They looked about as impressed as she felt.
“Good morning.” The woman held up a box of toasted flakes with a creased brow. “Are we too late?”
“Too late?” Anna considered playing stupid but couldn't. “Oh, you mean for the continental breakfast? No, this is what we have to offerâcereal, juice, milk, coffee, and teaâthat's about it on this particular
continent
.” She smiled stiffly. “Have a great day.” She grabbed a few more paper towels to use in the reception area. When was the last time someone had dusted in there anyway?