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The
night
clerk
was
a
middle
-
aged
man
,
reading
a
book
by
John
Grisham
.
Shadow
bought
a
pack
of
Virginia
Slims
from
the
machine
.
He
asked
the
night
clerk
for
a
book
of
matches
.
"
You
’
re
in
a
nonsmoking
room
,
"
said
the
clerk
.
"
You
make
sure
you
open
the
window
,
now
.
"
He
passed
Shadow
a
book
of
matches
and
a
plastic
ashtray
with
the
Motel
America
logo
on
it
.
"
Got
it
,
"
said
Shadow
.
He
went
back
into
his
bedroom
.
She
had
stretched
out
now
,
on
top
of
his
rumpled
covers
.
Shadow
opened
the
window
and
then
passed
her
the
cigarettes
and
the
matches
.
Her
fingers
were
cold
.
She
lit
a
match
and
he
saw
that
her
nails
,
usually
pristine
,
were
battered
and
chewed
,
and
there
was
mud
under
them
.
Laura
lit
the
cigarette
,
inhaled
,
blew
out
the
match
.
She
took
another
puff
.
"
I
can
’
t
taste
it
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
this
is
doing
anything
.
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
he
said
.
"
Me
too
,
"
said
Laura
.
When
she
inhaled
the
cigarette
tip
glowed
,
and
he
was
able
to
see
her
face
.
"
So
,
"
she
said
.
"
They
let
you
out
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
The
tip
of
the
cigarette
glowed
orange
.
"
I
’
m
still
grateful
.
I
should
never
have
got
you
mixed
up
in
it
.
"
