#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. “Bit of an understatement,” Roger murmurs, straightening and looking anxiously over his shoulder as he moves forward to the desk. I follow him, my hand pressed to the papers under my shirt. Some of them – the outer ones, I think – are probably ruined, but the inner ones feel dry against my stomach… “Well, you’ll be good and dry here,” the attendant says, giving us a happy little nod. “You lookin’ for a room?” “Sure,” Roger says, shrugging and glancing at me. I nod and shrug back. We could wait it out in this l