Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
He put his hand out.
“And seventeen dollars for the lamp.”
“The lamp had a crack in it when I checked in.”
“Everything in that room has a crack in it.
I’ve got a maintenance list as long as my arm and one of me to work it.” He jingled the keys in his pocket.
“Seventeen.”
I stepped past him into the room.
The dresser drawers were pulled all the way out.