Chapter Eight
Two weeks later
With an almost overwhelming sense of relief, Connie pushed her housekeeping cart through the door into the department. That had been one hell of a busy day. A few days ago, she’d been deemed more than capable of working on her own, instead of tagging along with Lisa—a positive in terms of her employers apparently being pleased with her, and not having to spend each shift with Lisa while attempting to keep some distance between them, but a negative in terms of the work being harder. It was much more difficult to strip a bed then make it up with new sheets and covers by yourself than when there were two of you. But she was quickly getting the hang of it, and although she was currently much slower than the others at turning a room over, she found she actually e
