Twice.

Once in the car and once in the lobby, and the second time she took my sleeve, and what she said was: “Marcus.

Not with them in the room.

Put us in a hotel for two hours and go and do it.”

And I said — and I remember the shape of my own reasoning perfectly, which is the part I cannot get past — I said that I was not going to hide them.

That I had had them taken from me and I was not going to put them in a hotel like something inconvenient.