She sniffed, and Shay caught it. “I know,” Shay said. “I need a shower.” “We’ve got time for a shower. I’ll dig you up some clothes, and we can get rid of those.” Shay looked down at herself. “Get rid of them? What’s wrong with them? I know I need to find a Laundromat.…” Emily said, “You look like a lumberjack, sweetie. You see a forest outside?” “It’s the way I dress,” Shay said. “That can be fixed,” Emily said. “You just have to concentrate.” Down the hall on the fifth floor. Unlike most of the rooms, 510 still had its original silver-plated numbers. “Home, sweet home,” Emily said with a grin. She pushed the door open and Shay’s heart sank. The room looked like the back end of a loaded U-Haul, stuffed almost floor to ceiling with … everything. “It’s the only suite on the floor, with this sitting area,” Emily said with pride, despite the fact that there was no place to sit. “Wangled it out of Twist a few months ago ’cause, well, I needed the space for my business.”
