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says.
    “Yes.”
    “So, what do you do when it’s not summer? Community college?” Oh my gosh, they’re just snobby rich kids like Tinley.
    “And why would you assume that if I’m cleaning rooms for the summer then that must mean I’m only smart enough to attend community college, assuming you think that’s such a bad thing?”
    “Well…I…uh, sorry I offended you. There’s nothing wrong with community college.” I sigh and grab a piece of cheese pizza, which is cold by now.
    “I attend Michigan State in East Lansing.”
    “You’re a Spartan. Cool. Why didn’t you just say that in the first place?”
    “I didn’t see the need.”
    “I just finished my first year at New York University Law School in the city.” I wipe my fingers on his towel, grab another piece of pizza, and wish I’d never agreed to meet Tinley here. She’s now in the water saddled up under Dean’s arm and whispering in his ear.
    “Why are you at the Tremont?” I ask.
    “Family wedding. Dean’s sister is marrying some guy from Michigan. The wedding is Saturday night.”
    “Here?”
    “The wedding is on the big lawn over there, and the reception is in the ballroom. You should come.” That thought makes me laugh out loud.
    “Yeah, wedding crashing is one of my hobbies.”
    “No, I’m serious,” says Harrison. “You could be my date—unless you have to work the event or something.” He looks away like he’s embarrassed.
    “No, thanks. Have fun.” I stand up and push my chair away from the table, ready to leave. The last thing I need is to be asked out by a guest. It’s one thing to mingle with the guests at the pool. It’s another to party with them. Tinley’s still smothering Dean when I exit the pool.
    While I’m already breaking one rule by being at the lodge pool, I decide to round out my evening by touring the lodge. When we clean, there’s a back door behind the scenes that we are supposed to use. From there a service elevator takes us to the floors we are assigned to clean. There are usually six or seven other girls who all meet up together for our ride to our respective floors. Some are foreign because I don’t understand their conversation, and I’m wishing I had taken more Spanish in high school because they seem friendly. Then there are two girls that clearly know each other from outside of the lodge because their conversations usually cover old news like, “ Remember when so-and-so dated so-and-so and she cheated on him. Well, now they’re back together. Can you believe that?” The only girl I’d even want to talk to is a short girl with glasses who has a nervous habit of whistling Top 40 songs. I don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it. Tinley stares at the girl like she has the plague, but I enjoy the challenge of naming that tune , even if I’m only playing against the girl in my head. Plus, she seems unpretentious which is a refreshing change from my roommate. Maybe I’ll introduce myself tomorrow.
    The long corridor from the pool to the lobby is cluttered with stores on either side. There’s a deli with a sign in the window that says Open for breakfast at 6:30 a.m. A convenience store with extra toothbrushes and razors and candy and pop is across from the deli. The largest store has a display window with touristy souvenirs like Tremont Lodge t-shirts and shot glasses. There are pictures of the lodge in the wintertime in the display window, too. As busy as this place is in the summer, I can only imagine what it’s like in the winter when the ski slopes are open. I wonder if our family ever came here in the winter before the summer I was five.
    “Can’t get enough of the lodge?” asks a voice from behind that startles me.
    “You’re not going to turn me in, are you?” I ask Murphy.
    “Not if you try to get me another date with Tinley,” Murphy says.
    “You are a real piece of work,” I say. He puts his hand on my arm.
    “I’m not so bad. Seriously. Look, some of the guys