“You know, maybe you’d like to speak to the others too?” she said to Marcelo. “They remember things I don’t. A lot of things.”
Marcelo smiled and shook his head and delicately said, “It works better this way, I feel...” “Oh, okay,” she said.
Every eye was on them as they waited for the lift to arrive.
Joanna leaned into Nora. “Are you okay?” “Of course. Yeah. Why?” “I don’t know. It’s just, you seem different tonight.”
“Different how?” “Just... different.” As they got in the lift Joanna asked another woman, one Nora recognised from the coach,
to bring some drinks from the bar – two beers for the podcasters,
a sparkling mineral water for Nora and a caipirinha for herself. “And bring them up to the suite, Maya.”
Maybe I am teetotal in this life, thought Nora, as she walked out of the lift and along the plush salmon-pink carpet to her suite.
And then, as she entered it, she tried to act like this was all perfectly normal.
This gigantic room, leading to another gigantic room, leading to a gigantic bathroom.
There was a vast bouquet of flowers for her, with a note signed by the hotel’s manager.
Wow, she resisted saying, as she gazed around at the lavish furnishings, the sweeping floor-to-ceiling curtains,
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