Santa Cruise
“the Commodore sang, as he looked in the mirror over the couch of his sitting room and smiled at his reflection. His new uniform, a resplendent midnight blue tuxedo with gold-braided epaulets on the shoulders to match the buttons on the jacket, struck exactly the note he was hoping to achieve. He wanted his guests to view him as both a commanding presence and a genial host.
But it would be nice to have another opinion, he decided.
“Eric!” he called.
The door to the guest room was closed and lock...ed, a gesture the Commodore felt was a trifle unfriendly. After all, he reasoned, with this large living room between the bedrooms, it’s not as if we’re crowding each other. Closing the door was one thing, locking it another. Certainly Eric couldn’t think I would barge in on him? When I tapped on the door a few minutes ago and got no response, I only wanted to peek in to see if Eric had been catching a cat nap. I simply wanted to warn him that it was getting late. But the door was locked, then Eric called out in a very cross voice that he was stepping out of the shower and what did I want?MoreLess
But it would be nice to have another opinion, he decided.
“Eric!” he called.
The door to the guest room was closed and lock...ed, a gesture the Commodore felt was a trifle unfriendly. After all, he reasoned, with this large living room between the bedrooms, it’s not as if we’re crowding each other. Closing the door was one thing, locking it another. Certainly Eric couldn’t think I would barge in on him? When I tapped on the door a few minutes ago and got no response, I only wanted to peek in to see if Eric had been catching a cat nap. I simply wanted to warn him that it was getting late. But the door was locked, then Eric called out in a very cross voice that he was stepping out of the shower and what did I want?MoreLess
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