"I'm sorry, Maricela. You'll have to catch the bus." He gave the pass he was writing me to her. She looked a bit sad yet did not wait a second to smil...e. "It's okay, thanks," she looked at Sally, giving her the stink eye. "Good bye, fatty," Maricela pushed past Sally in a rough manner and made her way out of the class. Maricela was one of those stuck up girls who always made fun of people who presented danger to her. She was a real bitch. "At least I'm not an. After she got off work she would use the computer in the lobby then go upstairs to her single room provided to her by the hotel chain. My shift was in the afternoon so I would get there an hour or so before her work day would end. It was about 3:00 in the afternoon one day and I was walking a box of supplies upstairs to the supply closet which was right next door to her room, as I came around the corner I noticed she was standing in the back of the closet dumping dirty towels and sheets down. The sun and warm water felt good to his arms and shoulders, slowly baking strength back into them. He'd used a shovel he'd found in the generator shed to carve out a large "SOS" in the sand near the cabin and had filled it with branches and foliage and non-repairable junk from the cabin to give it contrast from the off-white sand.He'd also found a large wooden spool containing almost a thousand feet of yellow, braided, quarter-inch nylon rope in the shed and another spool of red. He carried a. They carried an open casket lined with pleated white satin. Within it lay a young woman dressed in a bridal gown. Long golden hair much like her own was draped over her shoulders and spread across the satin pillow. Her face was hidden by a white veil. A bouquet of white lilies and fragrant lilacs rested in her arms.The black gowned pallbearers carried the casket with slow measured steps to the head of the aisle and gently laid it on the lavender draped bier. The satin gowned body of the young.