Chapter 322 – Cheap Roadside Motel

• Cora
• I’m gasping as we burst through the door of the motel, Roger quickly turning to force it closed behind us as the wind batters us, making his job hard. I pant, looking around, my eyes settling on the startled eyes of the gnarled little man sitting behind the front desk. I work hard to give him a polite smile as Roger grunts, finally forcing the door shut behind us.
• “Nasty weather out there, ain’t it,” the desk attendant says, giving us a toothless grin.