Chapter 1186

• Thanks For The Memory--
• Wearing nothing but an oversized beach towel, Carla grabbed her wash bag and bounced down the two steps of the caravan in France that had been her home for the last week and a half. The sun was already warm even though it was not yet seven o’clock in the morning and she headed to the shower block with the feeling that today was going to be a good day.
• She was the only person in the small brick building, probably the first of the day. The smell of disinfectant hung in the air as a reminder of the cleaner who had been there earlier.