Singing in Seattle
Singing in Seattle
“Aly said as she flopped on the couch in the hotel room. She had changed into her pajamas, an orange thermal top with a pair of pink pants that were dotted with images of cute bows and skulls. “I feel so comfy right now.”
She had landed practically in her mother’s lap. Carrie laughed and stroked her daughter’s hair.
“You’ve had a long day,” she said. “Just relax. Room service should be here soon.”
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
“Perfect timing,” Carrie said as she stood and walked to the door. A waiter in a fancy white and red uniform wheeled a cart into the room. Carrie directed him to the table in front of the couch and he began to place silver covered trays there. Carrie and Aly thanked him and he left.
AJ came out of the bedroom. Her hair was wet from the shower and she had on her pajamas, too, a black tee with a crazy squirrel face on it and a pair of orange pants dotted with peanuts.
“Mmmmm,” she said as she inhaled. “Smells delicious. I’m starving!”
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