“It’s a good thing I had you lock the door from the inside with the bolt,” Amy said as we entered room 510. “Otherwise, he might have gotten in...”
Her voice trailed off as she saw her laptop plugged into the TV and the words ‘THE END’ on the screen. Johnny hastily jerked the cord. “Uh, that’s just a harmless old black-and-white movie we were watching.”
Amy looked unsure but said nothing, going into her room to put the groceries away.
Tim was stunned. “Wow! She didn’t even bawl us out for using her laptop!”
Johnny had a theory. “Guilt.”
“Huh?”
Johnny was happy to explain to Rory. “She took out her INNER ANGER at us in the whack she gave that guy. Now she’s guilty.”
“Since when did you get a psychology degree?” Pete wanted to know.
Our discourse was cut off by a knock on the door. Rory gulped and got ready to run, but it was only Tyler’s sister Elena with a message that Tyler was to come back to the family suite and get ready to go out to dinner.
“Man, your family must be wealthy!” Teddy said wistfully as Tyler prepared to leave. “How else can you afford going out to eat all the time?”
“It’s in the vacation budget,” Tyler explained as he went out the door. “See you tomorrow, before we leave for the park!”
However, any plans concerning the park had to wait. The evil thunderstorms bent on destroying our good times continued into the next day.
“Unfair!” Johnny moaned. “Those Soup Can people probably picked this week because they KNEW it would be raining.”
“They couldn’t have,” Henry pointed out. “The prize week was chosen three months ago. The weather websites can’t accurately fortell that far in the future.”
After breakfast, we wandered down to the lobby while Amy was cleaning up, desperate for amusement. There, we bumped into Tyler’s family. They were leaving for a nearby children’s museum and invited us to go along. Amy agreed, if she could come, too. The museum was a generic one, currently full of exhibits pertaining to outer space. Nothing worthy of mention happened there except for one little incident. Johnny put a dollar in the pop machine in the cafeteria, and instead of calmly spewing out a Dr. Pepper, the machine began depositing cokes all over the floor. After the thirtieth one, the supply was evidently used up and it stopped. Some of us were of the opinion that since the machine had been kind enough to break, we should leave well enough alone and leave with the cokes. Henry’s opinion prevailed, however, and we hunted down a janitor who looked bored and muttered something about not being able to put them back, anyway. So we got to keep them all. Split seven ways, we each got four. (Johnny kept the extras.)
