“Your room’s on the second floor. 217. Check out is at 11AM. They’ll be some coffee and pastries in the office here tomorrow morning, so help yourself.”
“Thanks,” I said.
We walked silently up the stairs and I opened the door. We went in and Grace sat down at a table, while I stood awkwardly next to the bed. The room was a little musty, but looked fairly clean inside.
“I think I’ll get some ice. Would you like a soda Grace?”
“OK,” she said, looking down.
I walked over to the ice and soda machine and picked out a variety of drinks, not knowing which she’d prefer and filled the plastic bucket with ice. Suddenly I felt nervous that Grace may have slipped away and wouldn’t be in the room when I returned. I practically sprinted down the pathway and up the steps, fumbling with the keys whil
