Making New Friends
Making New Friends The sliding door to the motel unit eases open. "Anyone here?" a woman's voice calls out. In the adjoining bedroom, I make no sound. "Just putting some milk in the fridge for you," she continues, and I hear her footsteps as she walks through the unit, opens the fridge and puts something inside. Just as the fridge door closes, a gust of wind blows through the room and the door to the bedroom blows open and smacks into the wall. 'I'd better close that...