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seniority.”
    Or lack thereof , I thought as I checked out the area where I wouldn’t be sitting, wouldn’t be answering the phone, and wouldn’t be greeting celebrities and other interesting people as they arrived.
    Caroline looked at me and smiled. “It takes someone who knows the Inn inside and out. I’m really sorry, Beth,” she said, in a voice so obviously phony that I knew she wasn’t sorry at all. And if she knew the Inn so well, why hadn’tshe been the one who got the job in the first place?
    “It’s Liza,” I reminded her. “And that’s okay,” I said, smiling at her. “I’m sure any job here is great, no matter what it is. So, what do you have for me then?” I asked Miss Crossley cheerfully. Stiff upper lip, glass half full, and all.
    “Housekeeping,” she said.
    My heart sank. I was in trouble. They really hadn’t read my application, had they? “Housekeeping” was ranked last on my list of desired positions. I was really terrible about cleaning my room at home. They should have asked my parents for references, because when it came to keeping a place neat and tidy? I had zero skills.
    “Housekeeping,” I repeated slowly. “Well, okay. I can keep house with the best of them,” I lied.
    “Happy to hear that,” Miss Crossley said. “This is a team effort, and we need team players.”
    Okay, I thought. But do I have to be on the clean team?
    I glanced at Caroline, who was smiling happily at her friend Zoe. Caroline had just gottenupgraded from housekeeping to front desk; of course she was happy. But I had a feeling that any idea I had that Caroline and I might still be able to be friends was as dead in the water as my front-desk job.
    It’s us against them , Josh had said. Was it really going to be that bad?
     
    I was back in my room, tucking the sheets under my thin mattress, when Claire walked in carrying a couple of sodas. “You’re not practicing, are you?” she asked.
    I sank onto the bed with a sigh. “I know you don’t want to hear this, as my roommate, but I’m not the neatest person. Having a job where I’m supposed to clean up after people is like…completely against type.” Miss Crossley had given me a ten-minute seminar on “Ways to Remove Sand from a Carpet” that I’d already forgotten. Or blocked out. One of the two.
    Claire handed me a soda. “You want to switch? I’ll clean, you take kids sailing?”
    “I don’t know how to sail,” I said. “Not well enough to teach it, anyway. I mean, if I were stranded on a desert island and sailing was theonly way to get off, I suppose I’d figure it out, but…”
    “I’ll teach you,” she offered.
    “You’re crazy. You’re going to trade being outside on the water all day with inhaling harmful cleaning products?”
    “You can always open the windows to let the fresh air in. You know, your famous ocean breeze,” she reminded me.
    I frowned at her. “Thanks.”
    “Besides, didn’t she say they only use environmentally safe products that are organically made?” Claire asked.
    “Okay, fine, whatever. Organic or not, it’s still strong-smelling stuff to cover other, less pleasant stuff, isn’t it?” I laid back on the bed and groaned.
    Claire collapsed on her bed, laughing. “I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing with you. Really.”
    There was a loud, booming knock on our door. I sat up and was surprised to see several guys crowded into our doorway: Tyler, Hayden, Richard, Daunte, and a few others whose names I hadn’t yet memorized.
    “So. You’re the ones with Room Two-thirteen.” Daunte nodded. “All right.”
    “‘All right’ what?” Claire asked.
    “You should keep it down,” Richard said. “There’s a noise limit.”
    “There is?” I asked. Apparently there were lots of rules about this place I hadn’t been clued in to yet. Was I missing all the handouts, or what?
    “Yeah. If you want to be really loud, you have to come down to the beach with us,” Tyler said. “We all go