PART 2 — THE HOUSEKEEPER WHO KNEW TOO MUCH
“Then open the door,” the woman said, balancing the thermos beneath one arm while rain streamed down her face.
I reached across the passenger seat and unlocked the door.
She climbed into my pickup with the determined expression of someone who had already decided that whatever trouble she might get into was worth it.
“Close that before you drown us both,” I said.
She pulled the door shut, laughing softly.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Rain hammered against the roof.
The dashboard clock read 2:17 a.m.
Marisol placed the thermos between us and unfolded the blanket across my knees.
“You’ve been sitting out here for almost three hours,” she said.
“You’ve been watching?”
“Not exactly. My cleaning cart faces the parking lot. Every time I passed the window, your truck was still here.”
She handed me the foil-wrapped burrito.
“Eat before it gets cold.”
I looked at the food.
“Did the hotel kitchen make this?”
“My kitchen did. I brought dinner, but I wasn’t hungry.”
“Then you’ll have to share it.”
She shook her head.
“Please, sir. You need it more than I do.”
I took a bite.
Eggs, potatoes, a little cheese.
Nothing fancy.
It was the first thing I’d eaten since leaving home that afternoon.
“You’re very kind, Marisol.”
She looked down at her hands.
“Kindness shouldn’t be unusual in a hotel.”
Those words struck me harder than she could have imagined.
I glanced toward the illuminated entrance.
“Your manager disagrees.”
Her expression changed.
Only slightly.
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