“What do you mean canceled?” Dave was putting away his credit card and ID when Sam's words cut across the bustle of the lobby. “Can I help?” He stepped across to the check in desk where Andy and Sam were in deep discussion. Obviously something was not going to plan. "I'm sorry, Ma'am." The agent pursed her lips. “This reservation was canceled weeks ago over the phone; we sent you a confirmation email." "Nonsense," replied...

Dave and Susie found a table with a great view of the sun setting across the lake and ordered cocktails from the bar. Gin and tonic for him, and a vodka seltzer for her. They sat in silence, watching the sun slowly fade into the evening sky. Dave relived the events of the day as they sat. Things were definitely different about this trip compared to previous years, and he was not sure how much of it could be attributed to...