#sincerelyernest

     “ernest,” beatrice greets with a half smile. the realm of the hotel is a safe haven, generally, though she’s surprised frank and dewey aren’t alongside their triplicate. she’s always found it relatively easy to tell the three of them apart, if only by the tiniest nuances she’s learned to attribute to them during their time growing up in the organization together.   

        “sorry for dropping in unannounced. i didn’t know i’d be coming this way until late last evening when i received r’s letter.”

          SHE SHOULD HAVE known that Ernest was always a little devious. From that very first summer she’d ever spent at the Hotel Denouement, from that very first devilish smirk he’d flashed at her when he’d handed her the key to her room. From that first sneaky touch as he’d delivered her dinner, from that kiss to her cheek that managed to slip ever so smoothly to the corner of her mouth.

          He’d always been the bad boy of the three.

          “     Thank you, E, but please, don’t try changing the subject.     ”

          He was always rather vain. Beatrice thought it was perhaps typical of those who shared their appearance with one or perhaps two other people. Green eyes caught his from the mirror of her own, as she began to scrub the thick layer of stage make-up from her face.