She marched back to the front desk. The concierge scowled when she saw her but quickly replaced the expression with a professional smile.

"Excuse me," Catherine said, speaking in a high, girlish voice. "I'm so silly. My friend and I had plans to meet with another friend in his room. I totally forgot, but I've just remembered it now. The problem is, I can't remember the room number."

"And?" the concierge asked.

"Well, if I give you the name of my friend can you remind me what room he's in?" she ...