Heat WaveChapter 7
The two weeks of the construction holidays were coming along and Mélanie was busier than ever. Every evening, the public room (Sean preferred that name to the American equivalent ‘Bar’) was full. There were not only the regular customers; the villagers of Sherwin’s Falls who came for their nightly drink and usually more, there were also quite a few overnight residents of the campground and sometimes even the occasional connoisseur who braved the long drive from Montreal, or even further...