Passing The Torch

We all did it when we were young. We cleaned the Lodge. Every summer. We fed those damn geology students and cleaned up after them for fifty years straight. Thousands upon thousands of sandwiches. A million bathrooms, years of our lives spent vacuuming. Dishes, when stacked, would reach the moon. Mops and brooms so old and worn that they disintegrated in our little hands. Those were great times!
Now I have passed the tradition on to my own daughter. Except she gets the privilege that I was never offered. She gets to LIVE in the attic! She gets to spend the night in the strangely built, peculiar smelling, dingy and sweltering 4th floor of the Chateau. Alone.

This is the haunted hallway she must walk down in order to get to the toilet..far far away

This is the newly non-updated bathroom with a sink which no longer has the ability to provide water

And this is the little room to which Hailey calls home sweet home