One Night Only (234 page)

“
Y
o
u
can
’
t
jus
t
sto
p
there!
”
sai
d
T
ess
,
alway
s
eage
r
to
ge
t
th
e
ful
l
stor
y
.
“Wha
t
typ
e
o
f
business?
”

“
W
ell
,
I’v
e
alway
s
bee
n
fascinate
d
b
y
th
e
tourism
industr
y
i
n
thi
s
countr
y
an
d
it
’
s
somethin
g
I
fee
l
I
can contribut
e
to
.
I
hav
e
a
rea
l
passio
n
fo
r
ol
d
hotel
s
an
d
their déco
r
s
o
I’
m
goin
g
t
o
d
o
a
cours
e
o
n
interio
r
desig
n
an
d
then whe
n
I’
m
feelin
g
confiden
t
enoug
h
t
o
ge
t
u
p
an
d
running
,
I
wil
l
star
t
scoutin
g
fo
r
business.
”

Poll
y
looke
d
aroun
d
Gina
’
s
livin
g
room
.
Sh
e
reall
y
did hav
e
impeccabl
e
tast
e
an
d
som
e
o
f
th
e
painting
s
o
n
her
wall
s
woul
d
sel
l
easil
y
t
o
anyon
e
wit
h
a
n
artisti
c
eye
.
The
gir
l
reall
y
di
d
hav
e
talent
.

“
W
o
w
,
”
sai
d
T
ess
.
“
Y
o
u
go
,
girl
!
A
woma
n
o
f
your abilit
y
shoul
d
b
e
ou
t
ther
e
flauntin
g
hersel
f
t
o
th
e
outside world
.
Y
ou
r
ey
e
fo
r
déco
r
i
s
jus
t
to
o
goo
d
t
o
b
e
confined t
o
on
e
hous
e
onl
y
.
Y
o
u
ca
n
us
e
m
y
nurser
y
a
s
a
guinea-pig
projec
t
i
f
yo
u
want?
”

“O
h
ho
w
kin
d
o
f
you
,
T
ess,
”
sai
d
Ruth
.
“Bu
t
Gina
doesn
’
t
wor
k
fo
r
ex-convicts!
”

“
Ow!
”
sai
d
T
ess
,
throwin
g
a
cushion
.
“
I
a
m
fre
e
from al
l
that
!
Y
o
u
bitche
s
ar
e
neve
r
goin
g
t
o
le
t
m
e
liv
e
that down
,
ar
e
you?
”

“No,
”
sai
d
Ruth
.
“Bu
t
seriousl
y
,
I
wa
s
goin
g
t
o
suggest
tha
t
Gin
a
take
s
o
n
m
y
whol
e
hous
e
a
s
he
r
guinea-pig
project
.
It
’
s
muc
h
mor
e
o
f
a
challeng
e
tha
n
a
nurser
y
.
Any
ol
d
foo
l
amongs
t
u
s
ca
n
desig
n
a
nurser
y
.
Y
ou’
d
wan
t
a
prope
r
hous
e
Gina
,
wouldn
’
t
you
?
No
t
a
pox
y
boxroom?” “H
a
ha,
”
sai
d
Gina
.
“Thank
s
fo
r
you
r
ver
y
kin
d
offers,
ladies
,
bu
t
I
hav
e
a
ver
y
specifi
c
plac
e
i
n
min
d
wher
e
I
would
lik
e
t
o
tou
t
fo
r
business
.
I
n
fact
,
i
n
a
fe
w
weeks
’
time
,
I
p
l
an
t
o
mak
e
a
festiv
e
visi
t
an
d
se
e
ho
w
I
g
o
fro
m
there
.
Y
ou coul
d
cal
l
i
t
inspiratio
n
t
o
guid
e
m
e
o
n
m
y
wa
y
into
studying.
”

“Oh
,
g
o
on,
”
sai
d
Poll
y
.
Sh
e
fel
t
a
littl
e
tips
y
an
d
warm insid
e
an
d
i
t
fel
t
amazing
.
Gin
a
ha
d
colou
r
i
n
he
r
cheek
s
for th
e
firs
t
tim
e
i
n
age
s
an
d
he
r
gaunt
,
tire
d
fac
e
ha
d
broken int
o
a
wid
e
eye
s
smile
.
A
fe
w
mor
e
week
s
an
d
Gin
a
would
b
e
a
s
stunnin
g
a
s
sh
e
wa
s
o
n
he
r
weddin
g
da
y
.

“
W
ell
,
I’
m
no
t
quit
e
sur
e
wher
e
exactl
y
i
t
is,
”
said Gina
.
“Al
l
I
kno
w
i
s
tha
t
i
t
i
s
calle
d
th
e
W
aywar
d
Hotel an
d
tha
t
i
t
ca
n
b
e
foun
d
‘Somewher
e
i
n
Donegal’.
”