Chapter 7 · free to read
Write a name. Get it punched. The line takes what the ticket says. Nobody in that room said the obvious thing out loud, which is how I know all three of us had thought it.
Twenty-three years old. Two months on the desk. He had not counted anybody yet and I intended to keep it that way.
I counted the stubs before I covered them and I counted them again after. One short. And there had been exactly two of us in the room.
She had taken a blank ticket and she had not told me. I decided she was frightened. I had been counting people for four nights and I had still not counted her.
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