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Lounging around with old friends and new isn’t such a bad thing.
Out chatter bringing life to a small Beijing Hotel upper lobby.
Nobody can stop the bubbling excitement.
It practically overflows into out rambuxious voices.
Two languages mixing and rising; we started in simmering silence but our mirth only grew.
What else is there to do?
Toying with both our purchases and our company.
Flirting is the best way to pass over bought time.
At a cough, we turn to see the wonderful Betty Du.
Her small reliable form is perched on the edge of the stairs, directly adjacent to myself.
“Tiffany, do you know where Wong and O’Rorks' rooms are?”
An amused smile seizes my features at her nearly standard polite tone.
My face clearly displays my positive mood.
The lopsided grin seeping into my mind.
“Well, I’m not too sure but if you ask Mrs. Mauldin I’m sure-”
My innocent suggestion to seek our delegation leader was cut severely short by Betty’s attempts to discretely disagree.
Wide eyes, shaking head, and slowly waving hands, Betty inadvertently catches everyone’s attention.
Her obvious disagreement fueling the already blazing joy to the little group.
The usually neutral Betty showed actual emotions!
Even the Ohio delegates who didn’t even know Betty’s disposition quickly seized the escalating mood with gusto, and howled in laughter.
At the boarder of obnoxious noise I quickly shh-ed the small American group.
Besides I had an itching question I wanted to ask before I lost my opportunity,
“Betty, do you not like Mrs. Mauldin?”
My voice boomed across the short distance.
The sheer weight of the question ushered dead silence.
I hadn’t intended nearly everyone in both levels of the hotel lobby to turn their heads, (not that half of them understood anything of what I was saying) but considering how excited I was just moments ago, I was not so surprised.
With a quick shift in my hemisphere-like chair, I questioned her once more.
Thus proving my most irritable quality: I pester, poke, and prod until I get what I want.
“Betty, you Are allowed to not like Mrs. Mauldin. You don’t have to. I Give you permission to tell the truth. You are only human. Hell, I don’t even like her!”
My voice rang out, just as loud as when I began interrogating our poor translator.
Betty, the kindly older woman who was Always neutral.
Always gently and passive, and always one to bow out of personal opinions smiled at my persistence.
After a pause, perhaps to translate my shouted request, she simply replied, “Diplomatically I like everyone.”

Description
Lounging around with old friends and new isn’t such a bad thing.
Out chatter bringing life to a small Beijing Hotel upper lobby.
Nobody can stop the bubbling excitement.
It practically overflows into out rambuxious voices.
Two languages mixing and rising; we started in simmering silence but our mirth only grew.
What else is there to do?
Toying with both our purchases and our company.
Flirting is the best way to pass over bought time.
At a cough, we turn to see the wonderful Betty Du.
Her small reliable form is perched on the edge of the stairs, directly adjacent to myself.
“Tiffany, do you know where Wong and O’Rorks' rooms are?”
An amused smile seizes my features at her nearly standard polite tone.
My face clearly displays my positive mood.
The lopsided grin seeping into my mind.
“Well, I’m not too sure but if you ask Mrs. Mauldin I’m sure-”
My innocent suggestion to seek our delegation leader was cut severely short by Betty’s attempts to discretely disagree.
Wide eyes, shaking head, and slowly waving hands, Betty inadvertently catches everyone’s attention.
Her obvious disagreement fueling the already blazing joy to the little group.
The usually neutral Betty showed actual emotions!
Even the Ohio delegates who didn’t even know Betty’s disposition quickly seized the escalating mood with gusto, and howled in laughter.
At the boarder of obnoxious noise I quickly shh-ed the small American group.
Besides I had an itching question I wanted to ask before I lost my opportunity,
“Betty, do you not like Mrs. Mauldin?”
My voice boomed across the short distance.
The sheer weight of the question ushered dead silence.
I hadn’t intended nearly everyone in both levels of the hotel lobby to turn their heads, (not that half of them understood anything of what I was saying) but considering how excited I was just moments ago, I was not so surprised.
With a quick shift in my hemisphere-like chair, I questioned her once more.
Thus proving my most irritable quality: I pester, poke, and prod until I get what I want.
“Betty, you Are allowed to not like Mrs. Mauldin. You don’t have to. I Give you permission to tell the truth. You are only human. Hell, I don’t even like her!”
My voice rang out, just as loud as when I began interrogating our poor translator.
Betty, the kindly older woman who was Always neutral.
Always gently and passive, and always one to bow out of personal opinions smiled at my persistence.
After a pause, perhaps to translate my shouted request, she simply replied, “Diplomatically I like everyone.”