For a native of warmer climates, they didn’t make tights thick enough to combat this sort of weather. Only November in North Idaho could be butt-chapping cold. The last thing I wanted was to publicly embarrass Jimmy on a day like today. “Right.” I probably should have worn a dress too, gone traditional. Her blonde hair had been pulled back into an elegant chignon. “Hey.” Ev wandered toward me in a simple black dress, her fingers twining nervously. Every time I opened my mouth to tell him I quit, however, the words disappeared. The facts were, despite the great money, me and this job didn’t mesh. All of this was my own damn fault, I should have been dust weeks ago. Maybe I’d just hang out in the hallway for a while. Inside, voices were raised, but the words were indistinct. The hotel room door shuddered, something smashing loud against the other side.
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