Back in his room, Dean thought about the day’s events. He didn’t really regret having gone back to the man’s hotel room—he never did say what his name was—he just wished it had ended on a more positive note. To be put on an equal basis with all these kids floating around town was not a complement. But he smiled as he thought to himself, you must look younger than you think you do if he can lump you in with those kids. Maybe he should just focus on that memory and milk it for some self-confidence as he tried to resurrect what so far had been almost a disaster of a vacation.
Going out for a walk, he noticed a sign in front of one of the bars advertising an afternoon tea dance. It started at four. I was almost 3:30. Well, I might as well try it, thought Dean. Maybe it will work better than t
