Maude's Deceptions

Alex slipped out of his loafers and walked over to the living room fireplace to dry his soaking wet feet.

Maude returned with a dainty china tea cup and matching saucer.

He savored every sip of the hot liquid. “Thank you. It’s like my grandmother’s.  I can taste the cinnamon and honey.”

He handed her the delicate china, which she placed on a lamp table.

“If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to your room. It’s not fancy like those big city motels, but I keep it spic and span.”

Maude walked upstairs and opened the door. A four-poster bed took center stage in a room with starched curtains on two sets of windows. A fireplace was on the opposite wall.  Paradise.





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