I drove up to repair my late wife’s lake cabin… and found my son-in-law’s parents unloading a U-Haul into it – Welcome

something important.

The chalet reservation was mine.

My card.

My money.

My booking.

That evening, I sat down at my laptop.

First, I transferred the holiday money I had sent Dad back into my own account.

Then I pulled up the chalet reservation.

I clicked cancel.

Because it was still early enough, there was no penalty.

The entire refund came back to me.

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