All expected guests had already checked in and the motel was full up. No special requests, and lots of approving comments about the wireless. Check out was eleven, with no one asking for a late one, and tomorrow’s reservations were light anyhow. She frowned, then remembered it was mid-week and there might be a few drive-ups. Reaching over to the switch on the wall, Amy flicked the No Vacancy sign on and looked to ensure the old neon lit up. A dark SUV pulled up to the curb and idled, but no one got out. Probably somebody making a phone call. She’d been staying in her boss’s suite since they left, in order to respond to any guest calls or arrivals later in the evenings and right now she wanted her dinner, leftover lasagne from lunch with a spinach salad. And a tall glass of milk. Hopefully, everyone was buttoned down for the night. She expected Harold and Francine back tomorrow afternoon, the couple cutting their vacation a little bit short because of the weather.
