Love, Rosie (259 page)
Authors: Cecelia Ahern
how
bad
this
hotel
is.
I
think
that
train
ticket
I
worked
so
hard
to
buy
has
left
me
stranded
somewhere
under
a
dark
tunnel.
The
train
is
fine,
it’s
the
track
that’s
broken
and
I
have
to
wait
while
work
is
done
before
we
can
move.
I’m
hoping
this
won’t
be
too
long
of
a
delay.
I’ll
be
back
on
track
in
no
time,
ha
ha.
Rosie:
Rosie:
Rosie:
Ruby:
Rosie:
Ruby:
Rosie:
Ruby:
Ruby?
Ruby,
are
you
there?
Hello?
Ruby,
did
you
get
all
that?
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Ruby!!
Oh
what?!
Did
I
miss
something?
Sorry
I
must
have
nodded
off
about
an
hour
ago
when
you
started
telling
me
about
your
job.
I’m
sorry
Ruby
but
I
warned
you.
Don’t
worry
I
managed
to
wander
off
and
make
myself
a
cup
of
coffee
and
came
back
when
you
were
talking
about
olive
green
walls
and
decomposing
bodies.
Rosie:
Ruby:
Sorry
it’s
been
one
of
those
months.
Not
all
jobs
turn
out
to
be
what
you
think
they’re
going
to
be.
Any-
way
would
you
rather
be
a
secretary
at
the
Randy
Andy
Paperclip
&
Co.
or
Assistant
Manager
of
The
Grand
Tower
Hotel?
Rosie:
Ruby:
Rosie:
Ruby:
Oooh
definitely
assistant
manager
of
The
Grand
Tower
Hotel.
Well
there
you
go
Rosie
Bumme,
life
could
be
worse
then
couldn’t
it?
I
guess
so.
But
I
do
have
one
other
slight
problem.
Can
you
tell
me
what
it
is
in
less
than
1,000
words?
love,
rosie
381
Rosie:
I’ll
try!
Alex
is
coming
over
for
Julie
Casey’s
retirement
party
in
a
few
months
and
he’s
bringing
Bethany
and
they’ve
booked
them-
selves
into
the
hotel
for
the
weekend.
You
see
I
kind
of
told
him
that
it
was
really
nice
.
.
.
and
they
specifically
requested
a
room
with
a
view.
At
this
stage
I’m
hard
pushed
to
find
a
room
with
a
window
(OK
not
really)
but
under
the
circumstances,
we
at
The
Grand
Tower
Hotel
consider
a
special
request
to
be
a
room
with
a
bath-
room.
I
mean,
view-wise,
which
do
you
think
they’d
prefer,
a
view
of
a
butcher’s
or
a
view
of
a
scrap
yard?
Ruby:
Oh
dear
.
.
.
You
have
an
instant
message
from:
ALEX
Alex:
Rosie:
Alex:
Rosie:
Alex:
Rosie:
Hi
Rosie,
you’re
up
late.
So
are
you.
I’m
5
hours
behind,
remember.
Katie’s
debs
ball
is
on
tonight.
She’s
there
right
now
in
fact.
Oh
I
see.
Can’t
you
sleep?
