I Paid Twelve Thousand Five Hundred Dollars for a Family Trip, and They Planned It Without Me
Five pages, max.”
“Of course you can.”
I rolled my chair out of his way and left the laptop where it sat, open on the reservation page.
Primary Guest, it said, and then my name.
Under that, Master Billing, and then my name again, with no second card beneath it and no joint holder after the comma.
He fed the paper, waited for the first sheet, and did not look at the screen.
“You’ve got a lot of tabs open,” he said.
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