The words were still depart from his Mrs. Hanley's mouth when she realized that she said that something was wrong, and clamped her mouth. - I'm sorry, Cleo. It's my damn language. I should not ... Please do not tell my mother. You know how much I love her, but young people like Loretta ... now they want more. Give them something special, and that their marriage was not the same as at all. They like to spend a weekend away from here. It is necessary that the wedding was on Friday, Saturday - all services in the fitness center, and finally the party. And it needs a large banquet hall. And, at least fifty rooms for all guests that arrive especially from abroad. A small hotel, where only a few rooms, not suitable ... - Again she pressed her fingers to her mouth. - I'm ready to go down the drain! Cleo, my baby, I did not want to hurt you and your family.