After the highway exit, on a dark winding road with no guardrails or reflectors, they found a bungalow motel surrounded by pines and rocky cliffs. Better to say the motel found them. It sprouted up from nowhere.
He pulled in, road dust rising and twigs popping.
Vera behind the counter: "How many nights?"
They looked at each other, paused a second, and shrugged their shoulders.
"Twin or queen?"
He says "twin"; she says "queen."
"Vlad, dear, is 22 ready?"
"Yes, Vera, verily."
"Room 22. And I need a credit card."
They each produce a card and slap it on the counter like blackjack players with a winning hand.
"Split it 50-50."
"No smoking."
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