Not a guest, but an owner. A little old lady who begged me to come spend time with her in Vero Beach turned out a little different from who I thought she was. When I arrived the first day she had her whole dining room table covered in small items and statues and jewelry, (including a 3 carat diamond ring and some very lovely sapphire earrings) she was going to sell to an antique dealer, who was scheduled to come the following day. Next morning when I stepped out of the shower I found her in my room, my little jewelry case open and spilled over the bed, my wallet out of my purse. She said she wanted to see if there was anything the dealer would like from me too. I asked her to leave while I got dressed, locked the door, packed and left. I spent the day in the library downtown using their internet and found an Airbnb.
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