That’s the Hotel of Assignations – over there, on that side-street that most people overlook. Couples step quietly inside, sign the register. It is always a very common name. They are always married. To each other. They are always nervous, pretend not to be. Perhaps their luggage has been delayed, please ring when it arrives.
They always leave separately, even if by only a few minutes.
The night-clerks bet that the woman will leave first. And with that look on her face.
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