Some things had been moved, but the kitchen table was still there, and the water bill lay beside the cereal box.

I sat on the living room floor because I could not make another decision standing up.

Then I got up, put clothes and the documents I needed into a bag, and went to Room 114 at the motel.

PART 6 — Room 114

The bedside lamp gave the motel room a weak yellow light.

The carpet smelled of cleaner, and the wall heater clicked whenever it changed speed.

Frank met me at the small table that evening.