دانلود رمان انگلیسی “جوانمردی در چمنزار”

Are you sure I don’t need to pack any clothes for this camping weekend?” Mia Louise Harkness spoke to her speaker phone, as her best friend Lilly Moreno listened on the other end. “We’re going to be there four days.” Since it was Memorial Day weekend, she had Monday off. “Finn says we can borrow any gowns we need from the mistress of the wardrobe,” Lilly answered. “So, I’m only bringing pajamas to sleep in.” “Is he sure about that?” Mia said. “He just started working there. What if he’s wrong?” “He’s not wrong,” Lilly said. “We’re allowed to wear their gowns and walk around. They want us to help contribute to the atmosphere.” “So now we’re working there this weekend?” Mia’s voice rose, and her face started to warm. “I’m off work this entire weekend, to have fun, not take on a new job.” Suddenly, spending the entire weekend living at the Renaissance Faire in a medieval tent was sounding less fun. Mia still wore the slim navy-blue skirt and white blouse she’d worn to work, and her heavy red hair was still pinned up. She’d hurried home, kicked off her shoes, in her bedroom, and then pulled out a small bag to start packing. After speaking to customers on the phone all day, the last thing she wanted to do, was to have to speak to the public all weekend about the Renaissance Faire. The first she’d ever been to. Though she worked as a telephone customer service rep at a bank, which gave her banker’s hours, it also meant Saturdays. She’d worked every Saturday for the past month to finally have this one off and she intended to enjoy every minute of this three-day weekend. She also didn’t have to face customers in person at work, and never had to worry about her face turning red to match her long, wavy, red hair, or worry about becoming tongue tied. Her cheeks felt flushed as she’d worked herself up, ready to argue this issue with Lilly. “No, Mia we’re not working, and they’re not paying us,” Lilly spoke in the voice she always used when trying to calm her best friend down. It was as if she knew Mia was upset. And likely she did. They’d been best friends in high school and remained close. Now both were in their late twenties, pushing thirty and their friendship had stood the test of time. Mia, like many redheads, could get heated up quick, depending on how she was feeling in the moment. “They’re just helping us out, by loaning us the dresses, and we’re helping them out, by wearing them,” Lilly said. “That’s all.”