Word: cottoning
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...things you enjoy when you stay with friends," says Hunter, "swhether it's the little touches they put in your room, a great meal or a cold drink on the terrace." Guest rooms are tastefully opulent: plush pink, red and orange fabrics, modern dark-oak furniture, Egyptian cotton sheets and bespoke artwork. But the details feel like home: a chess set on the table, candles by the bathtub, books you might actually read and a welcome bag with a little rubber duck inside. If you can pull yourself away from the Bang & Olufsen entertainment center, the hotel's swanky Cerise...
...blink. The intravenous line slips out of his forearm and sprays blood all over the floor. The nurse throws her hands up in the air, chucks the unit of blood in the trash, and bends down to wipe up the mess with a dirty wad of cotton. Yet he doesn’t cry; the room echoes with labored breaths and his mother’s muted sobbing. Perhaps she is remembering a strikingly similar scene from six months ago, when Hassan’s twin brother died of pneumonia.This morning, I asked a pediatrician if Hassan had been tested...
...Guest rooms are tastefully opulent: plush pink, red and orange fabrics, modern dark-oak furniture, Egyptian cotton sheets and bespoke artwork. But the details feel like home: a chess set on the table, candles by the bathtub, books you might actually read and a welcome bag with a little rubber duck inside. If you can pull yourself away from the Bang & Olufsen entertainment center, the hotel's swanky Cerise restaurant serves a modern European menu using local ingredients, and the bartender makes a mean mojito. It's been said one should never mix business with pleasure. Whoever said that...
...this, but blackhead extraction is more painful than giving birth. Apparently when I checked off "sensitive skin" in the initial questionnaire, it also meant "please gouge out tiny holes from my tender flesh." I would have cried, but I was afraid my tears would bind to the moisturizer-soaked cotton balls over my eyelids, leaving me blind-albeit free of those fine lines around the eyes. If this was what it took to be pretty, I didn't have the guts...
...find keep turning up freshly murdered--one with a fork still sticking out of his back. Shannon is a weeknight DJ at a classic-rock station in Vicksburg, Miss., who runs a detective agency by day. The case that drives this Southern-fried page-turner revolves around a dying cotton dynasty, an OxyContin-popping former football star and tapes of a late-night blues session that have been missing for 50 years. Fitzhugh's dialogue is as cool as a pitcher of iced tea, and his characters are just over the top, like a Carl Hiaasen cast plucked from...