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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 104 of 307 the 80 snakes like an uncontrollable python, it can seem interminable. It was after midnight when the lights of Reno broke the monotony of the blackety black blackness that I had become accustomed to. There is nothing darker than the night in the desert as it retreats from your highbeams. Reno's downtown gambling headquarters had not taken the ) steroids that Las Vegas's casinos have been shooting and so even their bigger casinos still look like buildings from the planet earth. I pulled into the Harrahs, grabbed my missionary suitcase, laptop and basically anything else that had a strap, and made my way to registration. There was no trouble accommodating a nonsmoking single for Nephi. I paid with cash. Even Steve wouldn't know where I was. I could get used to that. I dropped all my things off on the comfy queen in my single room and took a last gander at Sariah's face in the photos. I spread them all over the formidable work desk that Harrahs offers next.to the beds. It used to be that hotels were for sleeping. Or other more intimate stuff. Now rooms looked more like offices with beds. I had studied Sariah's picture enough to believe that I could recognize her if I spotted her. I knew I was living in needle-in-a-haystack land if I thought I would find her downstairs wearing a skimpy cocktail waitress outfit but it was the only |
