Previously in The Blues & Billie Armstrong…
The white hair Prius couple were tidy and organized. Before they checked out, the woman would probably clean the place, strip the bed, and pile all the dirty towels in an orderly mound on the bathroom floor. The man would still leave a ten for the maid. The ghosts I was looking for were not there.
On Thursday, I woke up to someone knocking on the door of my room. I thought, that better not be the maid again.
I’d already told her I didn’t give a damn about clean sheets and towels, and I’d made goddamn sure the do-not-disturb sign was hanging on the doorknob. Besides, I looked at the digital clock on the nightstand and the red numbers said seven-fifteen. I frankly had no idea if that was morning or evening.