Blistering Heat

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Borris and Natasha had reserved a nest without air conditioning; it seemed frivolous to spend good money on such trivial pleasures. Upon arrival the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had temperatures above 100 F. the face of Everyman suggested that they walk along the promenade until temps cooled. Both are reminded of Yalta where they met and a portrayal of their lives by Anton Chekhov.

Dove Cote

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Natasha sought out the Face of Everyman. Her complaint was the same as always; housekeeping at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had not changed the straw in the dove cote. The venerable sage knew that this one omission was enough to lose a star on the Michelin rating. He would forego his nap to set this matter straight.

Homecoming

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In Natasha’s mind she was returning to her childhood home as tho she had not been gone lo these seventy odd years.  The Cabana huts at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa did resemble the colorful homes in that Central Asian Republic of her birth.  the Face of Everyman quickly assessed her state of mind and called out to her in her native tongue.  “Natasha.  It’s good to see you again. Your Mom is playing Bingo at the church.  Why not wait here for her?”  Social Services arrived soon and took over the situation.

Asylum

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Boris a cobbler and Natasha a seamstress claimed that they were here to seek asylum from some obscure oppressive regime.  Only the Face of Everyman sensed their true motives.  In truth, this charming couple were here to hack the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Casino slots and gaming machines.  The venerable sage quickly put freeze on all his accounts; world-wide.   Link leads off site: https://tinyurl.com/gvhry43

Anastasia

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For a brief period of time the waters of the Spring of Eternal Life ceased to flow.  Management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was deeply concerned that this, their most revered public attraction, The William Wallace Memorial Stone would dry up, crack and exfoliate into mere sand.  Luckily Anastasia, a guest and one of the last of the Romanovs residing in exile, discovered the problem: the pump was unplugged. Within the hour, as a sign of gratitude, tubs of Beluga caviar and cases of Champagne arrived at her secluded garden apartment.   Link leads off site:  http://tinyurl.com/gvhry43