“They Threw Out a Farmer in Slippers — Five Minutes Later, One Phone Call Shut Down the Hotel”

Just that same calm, dignified patience.

The silence in the lobby was now profound. Even the piano had stopped.

Miss Whitmore swallowed hard, her earlier confidence evaporating like morning dew. “Sir, I… I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s quite all right,” the farmer said softly, cutting her off without raising his voice. “We all make mistakes.”

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