Hotel Vendome

“You always say that we have an obligation to poor people, and to remember that everyone isn’t as lucky as we are. He might have died on the streets last night, Papa.” She wasn’t apologizing for what she had done, and she was thrilled that it had gone off without a hitch. And if she was punished for it now, it was well worth it and she didn’t care.

“We can fulfill our responsibilities in other ways,” her father said sternly. “We give to the food bank. I don’t want you ever doing that again. He could have been dangerous and hurt you or one of the guests or someone who works here.”

“He wouldn’t do that. I know him,” she said softly. And as proof, everything had gone fine.

“You don’t know that. He could be mentally deranged.” Hugues was trying not to shout at her, out of fear over what could have happened to her. She could have been dead in the room and no one would have known.

“Papa, letting him spend the night here may have changed his life or given him hope. He got to live like a human being for one whole night. That’s not a lot to ask.”

“It’s too dangerous,” her father insisted. “I forbid you to ever do that again. And I want you to stay in the apartment and think about it today. You can go now,” he said solemnly as she left the room, and the two men looked at each other and shook their heads in amazement.

“You’ve got a little Mother Teresa on your hands. You’d better keep an eye on her,” his head of security warned him.

“I had no idea she’d ever do something like that. I wonder if she’s done it before,” Hugues said, looking stunned.

“I doubt that. We’d have seen her on the screens. But she pulled it off pretty well last night. At least he got a good night’s sleep and two good meals. Maybe she’s right and it will change his life,” Bruce said quietly, touched by what she had done.

“Don’t you start,” Hugues warned him. “I am not turning this hotel into a homeless shelter.” He had an idea then and wanted to talk to Heloise about it later, but not just yet.

Bruce took the tape out of the machine. “She’s quite a gal, our little princess. And I think she’s going to keep you busy for the next few years.” Hugues nodded and sat quietly in his office afterward, thinking about what his daughter had done and how brave and compassionate she had been, and then he went to see her upstairs. She was lying on the bed in her room with her iPod in her ears, and she sat up when he walked in.

“I’m sorry, Papa,” she said quietly.

“I just want to tell you something,” he said with tears in his eyes. “It was crazy and dangerous and wrong in many ways, but I want you to know that I love you and admire you for what you did. I’m very proud of you, and you were very brave. But I still want you to promise that you won’t do it again. I just want you to know that I respect you for it too. I wouldn’t have had the courage to do what you did.”

“Thank you, Papa,” she said, beaming at him, and threw her arms around his neck. “I love you so much.”

He nodded, choking back his emotions, which were overwhelming him. “I love you too,” he whispered as he held her, and tears slid down his cheeks. And most of all, he was grateful that she hadn’t gotten hurt. And then he turned to her with a slow smile.

“I have a job for you,” he said with a serious expression. “I want you to work with the kitchen people who organize our food bank donations. I want you to learn everything about it, and when you’re a little older, I’ll put you in charge of that project. So that’s your assignment from me.” She beamed at her father and hugged him again. And he had another idea too. “And if you want to do more hands-on work, you can volunteer at a family shelter. But no more bringing them home to the hotel!”

“I promise, Papa,” she said solemnly. Bruce had come upstairs and given her a lecture too.

Hugues realized that she had a need to do some real philanthropy, and he was willing to help her do it. He was still stunned by what she had done and the sheer innocence and goodness of it. She was quite a girl! And he was a very proud father.

Chapter 4

WORD OF HELOISE’S escapade with Billy the homeless man had been whispered among the employees. No one discussed it with her openly. She started working on their food bank donations in the kitchen, and within a few weeks everyone knew about Billy, and thought it had been a brave and crazy thing to do. And she was tireless in her work on the food bank project, even carrying crates of food herself to the truck that picked them up. And her father found her a job at a family shelter downtown twice a week.

She had looked for Billy again when she walked Julius, but he had moved on and disappeared. She hoped he had gotten into a shelter by then. And she was still glad she had brought him into the hotel for a night. She wondered if she’d see him at the soup kitchen where she worked sometime, and hoped she would.