"Four zero seven," Broodje says before he has a chance to speak.
“Key card,” says the guard. There are sweat patches all over the side of his sweater.
“Um, I left it in the room,” Broodje replies.
The guard opens a folder and looks through a sheaf of papers. "Mr. and Mrs. Yoshimoto?" he asks.
“Uh huh,” Broodje replies, linking arms with me.
The guard seems upset. “Invites only.” Close the folder and it will close the little window.
"We're not guests," I tell him, smiling knowingly. "But we're trying to find a guest."
"Name?" Pick up the folder again.
"I do not know exactly".
A black Mercedes with tinted windows glides up and barely stops before the guards lift the door and wave him through. The guard turns to us, tired, and for a second I think we've won. But then he says, "Go now
