Chapter 38
“Can I get you some dinner to say thanks?” I asked Timothy as he stood in the door of the hotel room. It wasn’t like the hotels I was used to. This one was nowhere near five stars, but it had a cute little living room, a huge bedroom with a queen size bed, and a bathroom with a tub I could probably drown in. I could see how much effort had been made with the hotel, but with a town this small they probably had to downsize on service.
“Sure,” Timothy said as I threw my shopping down in front of the couch.
“Then come in,” I said as he still just stood there like some puppet of whom the master had forgotten to work the strings.
“I’ve been here before,” Timothy said as he slowly entered the room.
“Yeah? When?” I asked.
“Last week. The bed is really comfy,” he answered as he lowered himself onto the couch.