Mid-West American Accent FEMALE POV
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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that was when marta swung through the kitchen door, her head down to stave off the multiple calls from the center tables. She stood in front of me, punching information into the point of sale station, employing the N. E C T M. No, eye contact, tactical maneuver. That's when she told me joseph was missing. Could he be in the restroom? I asked Arthur when he came out, but he said there was nobody else. I nodded at Marta and started by going out through the front hall to see if perhaps he'd met someone in the lobby. As I did a lap. I overheard a man in check and ask, is it true? The inn is haunted. Do you want it to be asked? The clerk, nonplussed, but no sign of the bartender. I swung back through into the woodsy smelling darkness of the battened hatch, shook my head at the troubled waitress, then walked to the circular window in the door. The industrial kitchen was white and well lit, and as large as it was. I could see straight through the shared kitchen to the breezy no sign of joseph. I turned my attention back to the bar. Beyond the bar there was a hallway to the restrooms and another wooden door that led outside. I looked back at marta and nodded to the door. It doesn't go anywhere, she said. It's only a little smokers deck. I wondered if joseph, smoked tobacco or otherwise. Certainly the arrival of most of a chamber of commerce would suggest it to me. I pushed on the wooden door, it seemed locked. I gave it one more try and though it didn't open, it did budge a little bit. This time I went at it with my full shoulder. There was a thud and it wedged open enough that I could slip through. It could hardly be called a deck. You couldn't put a table or even a lounge chair out there, especially with the body taking up so much of the space. It was joseph. I knelt quickly and felt for a pulse at his neck, but it was clear he was inanimate. He was sitting up, although my pushing the door open had made him lean at an angle. I couldn't tell if the look on his face was one of pain or surprise. There was some vomit beside him on the deck and a rivulet down his chin. I felt embarrassed to be seeing him this way crap. He was always nice to me. Well, during the half an hour I'd known him, He had been nice to me. What was it with me discovering corpses? It was certainly a habit of which I had to break myself. Meanwhile, what to do. Should I call in the priest? But she was within a group and it would certainly start a panic call 911. Yes, that would be good. That way. They could decide to call the hospital or the police or both. My phone was back in my purse and you know what? I didn't want the call to come from me. I was just passing through. I pulled the door back open and walked to marta behind the bar. Call 911, I said softly, I found joseph.