She was always impeccably dressed. She wore elegant tea dresses, expensive shoes, and jewelry that seemed to catch every light in the room.
But what surprised me most was that she rarely behaved like the wealthy people I had come to dislike.
She spoke politely to hotel employees. She remembered names. She asked questions and listened carefully to the answers.
The first time we spoke, she had returned from a business meeting and found that her usual suite was not ready.
“I suppose even money cannot convince a room to clean itself faster,” she remarked.
I laughed before I could stop myself.
She looked at me with amusement.
“You have a nice laugh, young man. Most people around here look as though they are attending their own funerals.”
“Perhaps they are waiting for their salaries, madam.”
She laughed so loudly that the manager turned around to see what had happened.
