The Second-Best Haunted Hotel on Mercer Street

The Second-Best Haunted Hotel on Mercer Street — page 7
Willow shrugged and readjusted her stack of towels Me I guess Really Molly sounded skeptical again Don’t you already have enough to do With school and every I’ve got everything under control Willow assured her The hotel is doing great We’re full all twelve rooms We’re booked up for dinner Plus our Zagged rating is through the roof I checked it first thing this morning and we’re up to four and three-quarters stars And Dad was wearing shoes yesterday Willow added silently to herself Real shoes The ones with the ugly tassels The ones he used to wear when he had been the one worrying about the linens busted toilets and towels Willow opened her mouth to tell Molly this but she was interrupted by a soft chime from the back of the hotel That’ll be the linen delivery Right on time Willow said swinging around to grin triumphantly at Molly See what I mean Under control If you say so Molly said still sounding unconvinced Willow Pierce the Hotel Ivan’s concierge appeared in the doorway Francisco Pierce was everything a concierge at a haunted hotel should be polite efficient and just snobby enough to lend the place an air of quality His pasty face was usually fixed in a mild frown and he was inevitably dressed every bit as sharply as he had been on the day he died more than three hundred years ago The Fosters are checking out Now Willow squeaked checking her phone It was six thirty in the morning I thought they were leaving tomorrow Why