Unexpected Riches (Bellingwood Book 13) by Diane Greenwood Muir Page A
Authors: Diane Greenwood Muir
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know yet. His mother called in a state of great distress this morning. She'd been at the hospital with him all night. The other tenants of his home returned after an evening out and found him on the inside stoop. When they couldn't rouse him, they called 9-1-1. I will get the rest of the story today, I'm certain." Grey took Polly's hand. "I'm grateful for the freedom to help this family. Today, his mother needs me as much as does Denis. A child's problems are never solely his."
"What about her other children?" Polly asked.
Grey turned as he walked to the front door. "I believe that she also called Evelyn Morrow. Poor Leslie doesn't have enough friends in her life, so she relies on the help she has used in the past." He opened the door. "I will call you later to let you know how things are progressing."
"Give them my best," Polly said. She puffed air out of her lips, buzzing them as she did so. There went her morning coffee. At least the hotel’s coffee would be fresh. Grey always made sure of that. She poured a cup and went behind the counter, scrounging through the cupboards for the shirts Grey mentioned. One of those would certainly look better than the sloppy thing she had on now.
After changing into a light grey t-shirt, Polly woke the computer and looked at the guest list. Two were scheduled to leave today, but had already paid for their rooms and she didn't expect to see them. She saw three reservations scheduled and five other rooms were occupied. Polly scrolled through the names, recognizing two as belonging to families in Bellingwood. It was nice to be part of their lives, offering a place for guests to stay so they didn't have the stress of extra people in their homes.
The front lobby of Sycamore Inn was clean and neat, leaving nothing for Polly to do. This was going to get old in a hurry. A game show was playing on the television, but that didn't interest her. She didn't spend time watching television during the day. Once she got started on that, she'd never get anything done.
Her research on Bellingwood's history was still sitting on the dining room table at home. A lot of good that was. But when all else failed, at least she could read. Polly chuckled. All of those books on shelves in her home and she was thankful to have access to the world's library on her cell phone.
Her dad would have loved this. He adored gadgets of all kinds, but was so frugal that they were usually three or four generations old by the time he finally gave in and bought one. He had jumped right into Macintosh computers, though. When she emptied his house, she found an old one in the attic. People told her that it would make a great fish aquarium, but she didn't have time for that and it had been taken to Goodwill.
He'd made sure she had what she needed for school. That was probably to justify his need for the newest and best thing. He'd gotten a Palm Pilot when people were moving away from them and was frustrated at its limitations, even though it was more powerful than anything he'd ever carried. He would have been on the forefront of GPS planting had he stayed on the farm.
Yes, he would have loved being able to access any book he desired. Polly smiled at memories of him sitting in his chair in the living room, the light on over his shoulder and a book in his hands. Sometimes it fell into his lap as he took a short nap - resting his eyes before moving on to the next chapter. He'd never admit to falling asleep. Whatever book he was reading in the living room stayed in the living room. He had another stack of books beside his bed. He told Polly that those were there to put him to sleep. She wondered if he ever finished War and Peace. It had been in that stack as long as she could remember.
Polly looked up at the sound of the front door opening. "Hello. Welcome to Bellingwood. How can I help you?"
"Do you have a room available this morning?" the young woman asked. "I drove all night and I'm dead tired."
"We sure do," Polly
"What about her other children?" Polly asked.
Grey turned as he walked to the front door. "I believe that she also called Evelyn Morrow. Poor Leslie doesn't have enough friends in her life, so she relies on the help she has used in the past." He opened the door. "I will call you later to let you know how things are progressing."
"Give them my best," Polly said. She puffed air out of her lips, buzzing them as she did so. There went her morning coffee. At least the hotel’s coffee would be fresh. Grey always made sure of that. She poured a cup and went behind the counter, scrounging through the cupboards for the shirts Grey mentioned. One of those would certainly look better than the sloppy thing she had on now.
After changing into a light grey t-shirt, Polly woke the computer and looked at the guest list. Two were scheduled to leave today, but had already paid for their rooms and she didn't expect to see them. She saw three reservations scheduled and five other rooms were occupied. Polly scrolled through the names, recognizing two as belonging to families in Bellingwood. It was nice to be part of their lives, offering a place for guests to stay so they didn't have the stress of extra people in their homes.
The front lobby of Sycamore Inn was clean and neat, leaving nothing for Polly to do. This was going to get old in a hurry. A game show was playing on the television, but that didn't interest her. She didn't spend time watching television during the day. Once she got started on that, she'd never get anything done.
Her research on Bellingwood's history was still sitting on the dining room table at home. A lot of good that was. But when all else failed, at least she could read. Polly chuckled. All of those books on shelves in her home and she was thankful to have access to the world's library on her cell phone.
Her dad would have loved this. He adored gadgets of all kinds, but was so frugal that they were usually three or four generations old by the time he finally gave in and bought one. He had jumped right into Macintosh computers, though. When she emptied his house, she found an old one in the attic. People told her that it would make a great fish aquarium, but she didn't have time for that and it had been taken to Goodwill.
He'd made sure she had what she needed for school. That was probably to justify his need for the newest and best thing. He'd gotten a Palm Pilot when people were moving away from them and was frustrated at its limitations, even though it was more powerful than anything he'd ever carried. He would have been on the forefront of GPS planting had he stayed on the farm.
Yes, he would have loved being able to access any book he desired. Polly smiled at memories of him sitting in his chair in the living room, the light on over his shoulder and a book in his hands. Sometimes it fell into his lap as he took a short nap - resting his eyes before moving on to the next chapter. He'd never admit to falling asleep. Whatever book he was reading in the living room stayed in the living room. He had another stack of books beside his bed. He told Polly that those were there to put him to sleep. She wondered if he ever finished War and Peace. It had been in that stack as long as she could remember.
Polly looked up at the sound of the front door opening. "Hello. Welcome to Bellingwood. How can I help you?"
"Do you have a room available this morning?" the young woman asked. "I drove all night and I'm dead tired."
"We sure do," Polly
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