Carla opened the
motel room curtain. Her car was there. It looked like it was still in
one piece. Just as she set her mind to remembering how she got home
from the bar there came a voice from the bathroom. A singing voice. A
woman's voice.
Carla sat on the
still-made bed and tried to assemble her thoughts and feelings. She
wasn't alone. She's never been not alone. She's never blacked out
before. Always in control. Never drank too much. What went wrong?
The bathroom door
opened and a startled maid stepped out. "Oh sorry, did I wake
you?"
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