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Show Go Love/110 monolithic footings. The hotel foyer's empty and the coffee, as ever, is watered down, the doughnuts stale and the luxurious aromas from yesterday are missing this morning. Each breath is salty-like I've stolen and drunk a bucketful of the ocean where blues run amongst swimming turtles. Early, it's Arkansas-hot already, the wavy air rising up and hovering just above the Super 8's asphalt, clear over to the Knights parking lot. "Good morning," the voice behind my back says. It's the hostess's husband, razor creases ironed into the arms of his white shirt. "Morning." "Hot today." "Yeah Hot, hot." "Do you find what you need?" "Yes sir Mostly." I stir two-percent into the watery coffee. The maris nut-brown hand reaches into the refrigerator that was empty a moment ago. Only now there's a bowlful of oranges; one of these appears in his right hand. "The blood oranges must not be missed. Take two if you like " I accept the offering, take two oranges, step through the double glass doors. In the AWOL Pathfinder, Renee combs Lara's long brown hair-one, two, three. She's looking at me, combing out the long tangles. "Dog, cat, mouse," Lara says, the mantra's she recites when the teeth catch a knot~I don't know why. "Will he have food? Lara's hungry." |