They turned a corner to a hall they hadn’t been in before to find a Relaxation Center, which appeared to be a series of beds in the back and massage chairs in front.
“Now this,” Abby mutters, “every mall needs. Let me tell you, when we get out of here, I’m going to get rich — somehow — and then I’m going to build a mall with a hotel attached. A little one. But attached.”
“When we get out of here,” Olly retorted quietly, “I am never going into a mall again. I might even avoid strip malls. Shop online. Buy from local boutiques in stand-along buildings. Although, with all the shopping we just did, I might not need to shop for a few years.”
Abby flopped down on a bed. “Guys, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m so – so miserable.” Continue reading