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Sally reached for the key with one gloved hand and pulled it from Wally’s grasp. “Well, I suppose you gentlemen will have to share the front room.” She glanced down at the key chain, glanced back at her fellow female, then stepped past the sitting pile of bags to the elevator at the far end of the lobby. “Come along, Emily. We had better get settled in for the night. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” Emily followed close behind, and the two men joined them and the elevator man after looking at one another with tired, amused smiles and heaving the bags up off the lobby floor.
############“What are you doing?” Eddie’s eyes followed the bottle of gin with a hurt look as Wally pulled it from his hands and recorked it. “It’s the day before St. Patrick’s Day!” Wally gave the cork an extra slap and placed the bottle next to the other five resting in the large briefcase he had brought for the business side of his trip. “One, it’s the day before, not the day of. Two, it’s gin, not whiskey. And three, you’re not Irish.” Wally looked in the dusty mirror hanging on one wall of the suite’s front room and smoothed his already-perfectly-straight tie. “Sally!” Emily poked her head outside the bedroom door. “Sally’s washing. What is it?” Wally picked up his sample bag and backed a step towards the door. “I’m headed out. Meet everyone down in the lobby for dinner at six?” “Good. See you then.” Emily slammed the door shut after herself. Eddie stood up from the ratty couch that had served as his bed the night before. “What about me, Boss?” |