“ She seemed just as confused about the dinner setup as I was. “Why?” I asked her as I got up from the floor. She shrugged. “Who knows why Heath does the things he does? I learned a long time ago not to even try to understand it.” I didn’t like the sound of that. “How long have you been mixed up with this guy?” I asked as I pulled out her chair, seating her at the table. She sent me one of her looks, like I should know better than to ask. “I can’t tell you that.” Well, at leas...t she hadn’t lied. I sat down, taking in the table setting. It didn’t fit our surroundings at all, in fact, was way too nice for a dump like this. The hotel was cheapness personified, whereas the silverware and plates looked like something my mother would use at a formal dinner. Like so many things going on here, it made no sense. “How long have you been staying in this dump?” I asked her. She just shook her head, looking down at her plate.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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