Julia

When I heard the knock at the door, I assumed it was an employee of the hotel coming to pick up the room-service cart from lunch. Imagine my surprise when it was a delivery. The man entering laid a long garment bag and a large black and white striped bag on the sofa.

“Are you sure you’re delivering this to the correct room number?”

He looked at a slip of paper. “Ms. McGrath, the Terrace suite.”

“That’s me,” I ...