Chapter Twenty-one
I stood at the window of my hotel room and looked down aimlessly at the street below. My head was leaning against my outstretched arm placed along the middle of the window frame.
Sam moved on the bed but was still out like a light. She had decided to take up my invitation and stay the night. She really had no choice. She couldn’t even touch her nose, let alone drive. It was late, poor Sam lived on the other side of town, it had started to rain and she’d had way too much to drink. I promised to take care of my poor inebriated Angel.
We were dropped off at the hotel by Sam’s cab friend. I proceeded to half carry her up the stairs while she mumbled to herself about going to the Melbourne Cup. When we reached my door I propped Sam up against the wall while I keyed the doo
