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doorway behind the desk. He had accomplished the whole sign-in process without speaking or, for that matter, without changing his expression. |
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Brenda, to my amazement, hadn't said anything either. Somehow, I had the feeling she was holding back. |
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I managed to get our luggage out of the crammed little Z and carry it down the row of dingy doors badly in need of a good coat of paint. The room numbers were designated by shiny little black plastic numerals, the kind that could be purchased in any dime store. I gave Brenda the key to number seven, and I took number eight. We were inside before I realized that the two rooms were connected, again by a draped doorway. The young woman must have detected a look of consternation. "Don't worry," she flipped, "I promise not to peek." |
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My instructions were simple; do whatever it is you have to do to freshen up, and we'll crawl back in the car and search out something to eat. I didn't tell Brenda, but I wasn't holding out much hope that we would find some unknown culinary wizard practicing his cooking magic in some undiscovered hideaway on the bay. The truth is, I was going to be more than grateful for any warm food, a hot shower and a good night's sleep. |
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Three-quarters of an hour later, darkness had arrived, and we had cased out the |
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