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           "Well—takemetotheEdmontthen,"Isaid. "Wouldyoucaretostoponthewayandjoinmeforacocktail? Onme. I’mloaded." 

           "Can’tdoit,Mac.Sorry." Hecertainlywasgoodcompany. Terrificpersonality. 

           WegottotheEdmontHotel,andIcheckedin. I’dputonmyredhuntingcapwhenIwasinthecab,justforthehellofit,butItookitoffbeforeIcheckedin.Ididn’twanttolooklikeascrewballorsomething. Whichisreallyironic. Ididn’tknowthenthatthegoddamhotelwasfullofpervertsandmorons. Screwballsallovertheplace. 

           Theygavemethisverycrumbyroom,withnothingtolookoutofthewindowatexcepttheothersideofthehotel. Ididn’tcaremuch. IwastoodepressedtocarewhetherIhadagoodviewornot. Thebellboythatshowedmetotheroomwasthisveryoldguyaroundsixty-five. Hewasevenmoredepressingthantheroomwas. Hewasoneofthosebaldguysthatcomballtheirhairoverfromthesidetocoverupthebaldness. I’dratherbebaldthandothat. Anyway,whatagorgeousjobforaguyaroundsixty-fiveyearsold.Carryingpeople’ssuitcasesandwaitingaroundforatip. Isupposehewasn’ttoointelligentoranything,butitwasterribleanyway. 

           Afterheleft,Ilookedoutthewindowforawhile,withmycoatonandall. Ididn’thaveanythingelsetodo. You’dbesurprisedwhatwasgoingonontheothersideofthehotel. Theydidn’tevenbothertopulltheirshadesdown. Isawoneguy,agray-haired,verydistinguished-lookingguywithonlyhisshortson,dosomethingyouwouldn’tbelievemeifItoldyou. Firstheputhissuitcaseonthebed.