I didn’t think it was possible to tangle the lives of the people staying at the hotel any further, but clearly Cing found another dimension somewhere to expand the tangleness. You know how your telephone cord gets all tangled when you’re talking to Great Aunt Maud about her cat, and you keep twisting it round your finger? It’s like that. Only more.
So I’m now well into Chapter 8, which Timmy (he loves that name) had warned me about, in terms of the number of coincidences. And lo, there were many more, involving Rosa this time, and (I expect) Dunning.
DAHN DAHN DAHHHHHHHHHHHN!