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Show City Motel 125 familiar with the arrangement of the room, and when she paused to listen to what she thought might be heavy breathing, she walked into the closet rather than the bathroom. A metal hanger poked her in the cheek and clanged back and forth between her face and the back wall. Her predicament struck her as humorous, even in the middle of the night in a strange motel, so she closed the door of the closet so that no one would hear her and began to laugh. It was f a i r l y quiet laughter as she didn't want to waken any of her children and have to deal with their needs. She sank down to a squat in the closet corner and laughed until she couldn't stop. Tears streaked her cheeks. But no one heard, not even Mrs. Jackson who was sinking into sleep. After a while, everything became s t i l l at the City Motel, all except the breathing. Harold and Eva Jackson woke to strips of sunlight trying to penetrate their closed Venetian blinds. "What happened to the alarm?" Harold asked. " I don't know," whispered Eva. "I checked i t in the middle of the night. What are we going to do?" " I t may not be too late." They crept hopefully around the room, getting dressed and packing their one bag, brushing their teeth with a spare stream of water. They looked under the bed to see i f they had l e f t anything and opened the door with no discernible clicking sound. They looked to the l e f t cautiously where the coast was clear. Then they looked to the right where they saw not only the |