By the third time it happened I got the message and went upstairs to my room. I pretended not to notice that one of the guards followed me and sat outside my closed door. The room was large, with an amazing view of the ocean and a Louis XIV armoire that had been converted into an entertainment center. I tried the TV, but all I got was static, so I turned it off and walked the length of the room trying to find something to occupy myself with. The room was twenty five paces long by nineteen paces wide. I briefly thought of taking another bath but discarded the idea after discovering the lack of a lock on the bathroom door. There were no books or magazines and someone had made the bed and straightened up the bathroom already, so I didn't even have that to waste time on. I peeked through the keyhole and saw a tall, burly guard looking bored and picking his nose while he leaned against the wall outside my room. Boredom wasn't something I was used to. In fact, I always felt rushed trying to get things done.
