\"Ten Nights at Sunny Hill\" - Sample page reading
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he pulled up to a large, imposing, run down looking Victorian house set back from the main road about a mile out of town. The words Sunnyside, Ben and Becky were written on the door on a sort of seventies decor. Joe grimaced. He'd asked politely to be stationed at the much more agreeable Holiday Inn up the road, but his manager had merely laughed at the suggestion and offered an excuse regarding their quote approved supply list. Whoever approved this side, one to the head checked. He thought they smiled. A little design, spontaneous joke in the world of finance, those were rare. Stepping inside, he was taken aback by the noise. The kitchen appeared to annex the reception desk, allowing the industrial sound of fries, knives and the anger to be rather audible from the entrance. He nervously approached. Yeah, girl, sir, those anaemic for canopy sat over there, would you? He heard as he rang the bell, a short old man with an apron, but apparently nothing else on water to the till I air, he mumbled. Yeah, you, Hi. Yes, I'd like to. But before he could answer another person, this time a woman slightly younger covered into twos, approached with haste. I need some Chloe's ma, she said breathlessly. I just want some Cleese. Joe saw the opportunity for another spontaneous joke. He was in a row. Now tell me all, he said, laughing. As he said it. The woman looked at him furiously. You're fully What's she? Old grey aggression in her eyes? Sorry, he stuttered as the woman took her cookies out of what appeared to be a padlocked box and stumbled back into the kitchen. I I I have a room booked, he offered again, but Mark seemed disengaged.