It was a little square box of a room, its size in keeping with the motel and the rest of its surroundings. Against one wall was a rack of pamphlets for local attractions and next to that was a stand with a stack of the local newsletter. Did this motel double as the chamber of commerce as well?
There was a hot plate with a carafe on it, and the smell of scorched coffee mingled with the odor of hamburgers, fried onions, and French fries. Was this going to be a foretaste of the room we’d be given?
But no, I spotted a crumpled bag with the red and yellow logo of McDonalds in the trash can at the end of the counter.
The clerk looked around from the TV he was watching. “Afternoon, gents. How can I help you?”
“We need a room for the weekend,” Mark said.
The clerk nodded. “Everything in the t
