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I looked at her.
“Grandma, what is this? Why is everything charged to you?”
She told me not to worry and that everything was paid for. She just needed a card for the booking.” She swallowed hard. “When I came down this morning to check out, they told me I was responsible for the whole amount.”
I stared at her, speechless.
“You didn’t sign anything authorizing this?”
Her eyes flicked to the counter. “I signed the check-in form, like they asked. Linda was right next to me, saying it was just for identification.”
My stomach twisted.
Linda knew exactly what she was doing. She’d planned this. Every smile and every sugary caption under her photos had been part of her little performance.
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