The soda machine was advertising the introduction of Diet Coke. The man behind the front desk was protected by an iron grate. He looked like he was from thirty years ago too. I paid him ten dollars to go up to room 506 to visit my friend.
“Visitor Charge. Hotel policy,†he told me.
506 had a window. That was the nicest thing about it. You could sit on the sill and look out and pretend you weren’t inside.
Comments Off