It felt good to get back to my routine, though my legs and back didn’t thank me for the absence of said routine. When I finished my three miles, I showered and returned to the front desk. Maury was updating me on the night’s activities when Wheeler Ridley entered the room with his shoulder bag. Oh right, he was leaving today.
I was sure my facial expression was as embarrassed as his. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Maury glancing back-and-forth between the two of us, and then his eyes widened slightly.
Before he could say anything, I took matters in hand. “Ready to check out, Mr. Ridley?”
He cleared his throat and said, “Yes, please.”
I nudged Maury to bring up his records, but he didn’t do anything for a few seconds. I looked at him, noted his glower, then nudged him again, harder this time. Reluctantly, he brought up Wheeler’s information, and we closed his account and charged his card.