I had gone to the club seeking out the food and
beverage manager.
He was not in his office.
I then started making brief inquiries with employees
with whom I am well-acquainted.
They could not give me a current location or clear
direction.
So I did my own investigation—a room by room search—focusing
in on likely haunts.
I moved quickly and stealthfully—taking mental notes
along the way.
And when I found him in conversation with the financial
officer in a hidden alcove, the manager was noticeably startled by my presence.
He said Mrs. Ciccone--how did you find
me?
And I said Easy.
I am the mother of 3 daughters—remember?
That classifies me as a first class detective—I can find anybody or anything if
I have to—it’s my job.
And then he laughed.
The
power of a mother’s resolve should never be underestimated.
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