This is the third and final installment in my autobiographical Mount Airy Lodge saga. If you’re reading this before reading the first two parts, you’re doing it wrong.
Then read this one. You’ll be glad you did!
And, without further ado, sit back and enjoy the exciting conclusion of The Cray Cray Vaycay!
A game of tennis. That, I decided, would take my mind off of the ratty, scuffed up, boring bathtubbed awfulness of Mount Airy Lodge.