Jokes about keeping King Kong would have been lost on Zhomos so Teeny kept them to herself. Three-story apartment-style accommodations were on either side of the road and a long, low single-story building sprawled to one side. He pulled into the rotunda and parked, getting out to open her door and the hatch in turn. The doorman was hovering nervously in the background. “Do you own the whole hotel?” She blurted it out. He grinned. “It has been in the family for quite some time. Tradition is important.” She tried to take her bag, but he held onto it, escorting her into the main building with easy strides. Teeny moved to catch up, but he made it to the desk before she did. He was speaking quietly with the clerk, and the older woman nodded in agreement as Teeny walked up. “Here I leave you, but I believe that Thaka has reserved a table for you at the hotel restaurant. I will see you soon.” He took her hand and bowed over it, pressing his lips to her knuckles for a moment before straightening with a wink.
