With the morning, Tara walked into the courtyard to where the guests were enjoying a continental breakfast along with a newspaper and congenial chat.<br/><br/>"Good morning, Mrs. Baumgarter." Tara greeted, sitting at the table with the blue haired lady. Tara secretly thought she looked like Bart Simpson's mother. "There has been a problem with the wiring and I have to upgrade you to the executive suite so the electrician can take a look at the system."<br/><br/>"Upgrade, you say?" she asked, full of curiosity and pride. "I always look for the best deals for the least money. We will be ready for the move before check out time."<br/><br/>Her beady little rat eyes seemed to wait for Tara to offer something else.<br/><br/>"Oh, and for your inconvenience, I have a gift card for you for  Harrah's Orleans for $75.00. Anything you don't use for the meal can go towards your gambling entertainment." Tara swallowed. Her friends back home had pitched in to send her that for Christmas. Oh, well.<br/><br/>The lady nodded her head and rose to pack.<br/><br/>"That is very considerate of Ursaline Guest House. We will come stay here again when we come back to Nawlins." the woman said in her distinctly NOT southern accent.<br/><br/>Tara kept a wide smile on her face until she went back into the lobby. She was alone then and permitted herself to wipe the tears from her face.