Mary Christmas 2: Christmas in July – Chapter 18 – by lostandwhatever

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Continued from Chapter 17.

Sunday, July 1st, Morning

Candice woke up with a slight headache as well as feeling cold and damp around her middle. At first, she thought that she had spilled her water bottle on herself last night, or at least, that was her hope. When she pulled off the sheets to see the dampness surrounding her crotch, she realized the embarrassing truth.

“Oh, fuck!” she said. “No.” She climbed off the bed, and for a moment, she was frozen in indecisiveness. “What do I do?” she asked herself.

She pictured the hotel staff scoffing at the little girl who had wet her bed. She imagined the pitying look Carol would give her. How much like one of her kids Candice must seem right now. So immature. So helpless. They were finally treating her like an adult, and now this? She wondered if she could hide the mess somehow. Her mind came up with wild schemes to dispose of the sheets secretly. Anything to keep people from finding out she had wet the bed.

She sighed. Then, she shook her head and scolded herself, “Don’t be silly. Call the desk. Tell them you made a mess. You’re a grown up. Handle it like an adult.”

She picked up the hotel phone and dialed the number for the front desk.

“Hello, Front desk. How may I help you?”

“Hi, I have a mess in my room… on my bed. Can you send someone to help with the sheets?”

“Is this a wet mess?”

“Yes.”

“Forgive me if this is insulting, but is this urine on the bed?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you for informing us quickly. We’ll have someone up shortly to handle the clean up.”

“Will there be an extra charge for this? I’m sorry for the mess. I can pay for it on a separate bill if you need me to cover it.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll handle it, and our policy is to not charge for accidents like this. No one will see this on your bill.”

“Thank you.”

“Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“No, I’ll be getting cleaned up in the bathroom. Thanks, again for being so understanding.”

“No problem. We’ll have someone up shortly. Have a good day.”

Candice hung up and let out a big sigh of relief. Then, she headed for the bathroom to strip off her soiled clothes and clean up.

***

“How are you feeling today?” asked Carol as she drove Candice to Department 8.

Candice felt some momentary deja vous as she was once again in the back seat of Carol’s car being chauffeured around much like yesterday. Only this morning, thankfully, there was a layer of clouds blocking the sun. “I’m only slightly hungover, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Candice replied.

“That’s good to hear,” Carold said. “I was a little worried last night. Some of the things you said…”

“Don’t worry. I’m just a bit stressed, I guess,” Candice said. “I’m fine. Really.”

“Well, I figured you would be. You’re a pretty tough… elf,” Carol said, and then she added, “Do you mind me calling you ‘elf?’ Is that, like, insulting?”

“No,” Candice said. She realized that Carol had almost called her “girl.” “Elf” was a good substitute, she decided. “That’s no problem. So long as you don’t mind me calling you ‘human’ once in a while. I think we’re cool.”

“Good,” Carol said. “So, you ready to hear my plan for the day?”

“Shoot.”

“First, we’ll be questioning the shrunken man we found. He might have some info about Mary’s plans, if he’s feeling up to giving answers today. Second, I want to visit that culinary academy that sent Mary a letter. They’re not far from here, and they might have some knowledge of Mary’s recent whereabouts.”

“Sounds good,” Candice said. “But first, I think I want to have a chat with Dr. Schultz about the ring Mary stole. Find out what he knows about it. His head should be a bit clearer now.”

“All right,” Carol said. “I’m curious about that as well. Mary did go through a lot of trouble to get it. Knowing what it is should help us figure out why she wanted it so badly. We might even get an idea about what she plans to do next.”

“Agreed,” Candice said. She looked out the window at the clouds that seemed to be threatening rain. In the distance, she thought she could hear thunder. She tried not to worry about the weather, but she was struggling to shake a feeling of uneasiness about the day ahead.

To be continued…

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