tales of the hotel st crispian: chapter 83

"girl friday"

by horace p sternwall

illustrated by roy dismas and rhoda penmarq

lazy editorial consultant: Prof. Dan Leo

road work ... very important .... we can start on that.... even if we can't line up a trainer right away..... left jabs..... right hooks.... work on that .... work on that...."

johnny and conrad went on and on, completely ignoring her. carol was suddenly very tired.

she got up again and looked out the window. she had a headache. she didn't even want another drink. or another cigarette, if she had any left. she just wanted to get out of there, and get some sleep, even if it meant going back to michael. she would have go back to peter and estelle's and hope they were still awake - and listen to estelle!

and all that about finding stan slade.... what had she been thinking? she tried to laugh, but couldn't. maybe some day.

i am the world's biggest idiot, she thought.

"excuse me," she said aloud. conrad and johnny ignored her.

"excuse me!" she said again, louder. conrad looked up, startled.

"i think i will be going, " carol told him. "thank you for a lovely evening. it was a pleasure meeting you, talking to you."

"uh, sure. you want a nightcap? williams will get you one."

"no thank you, i've had quite enough."

"well, have him get you a cab then." conrad hesitated. "i will get him."

"no, i am sure i can find him." great, carol thought, a cab. i hope he pays for it too. she was afraid to look in her purse.

conrad was staring at her blankly, as if trying to place her. "good night, then. it was a pleasure meeting you. if you can't find williams, come back here and i will find him."

"thank you." carol nodded and left the room. she could hear conrad and johnny resuming their conversation as she closed the door behind her.

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