As Steven was unpacking things, his father Roy was complaining. He’d complained most of the drive from Seattle, and he wasn’t letting up. “And why do we have to share a room? This dump can’t cost more than twenty bucks a night. Eliza’s friends must be cheap. I’d advise against taking your shoes off, they’ve carpeted the place with tar paper.” Steven ignored him and kept unpacking. It would do little good to argue with Roy or to try and get him to see the bright side of things. Roy was in a mood, and Steven had seen the mood before. Best to just let it play out. He wished Eliza would come over to their room; at least when she was around, Roy kept the bitching under control. During the two hour drive from Seattle, Roy had let a handful of negative comments slip, but Steven could tell he was censoring himself for Eliza’s sake. Now that Eliza was off unpacking in her own room, Roy was letting all the pent-up complaining out like a balloon releasing its air. “Of course there’s no coffee maker, the roaches have carried it off,”
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