One Night Only (73 page)

“That
’
s
wher
e
I
sta
y
.
That
’
s
m
y
room,
”
sai
d
Marco. “It
’
s
a
littl
e
ge
m
o
f
a
hotel
.
M
y
roo
m
i
s
th
e
onl
y
on
e
with
a
Jacuzz
i
an
d
I
sta
y
i
n
tha
t
roo
m
ever
y
tim
e
I
visit
.
Y
ou shoul
d
hav
e
a
loo
k
around
.
I
jus
t
kno
w
yo
u
woul
d
love
tha
t
place
.
Y
o
u
loo
k
lik
e
th
e
creativ
e
sort.
”

Gin
a
wa
s
feelin
g
ver
y
darin
g
indeed
.
Sh
e
woul
d
climb
ever
y
stai
r
i
n
tha
t
plac
e
i
f
i
t
mean
t
sh
e
coul
d
ge
t
a
loo
k
at Marco
’
s
Jacuzzi
.

“
I
a
m
ver
y
creative,
”
sh
e
said
.
“
I
pain
t
a
lot.”
“Really?
I’m
impressed,”
said
Marco.
“Portraits
?

Landscapes?
”

“
A
littl
e
mor
e
abstract,
”
sai
d
Gina
.
“I’v
e
frame
d
a
few
an
d
hun
g
the
m
u
p
aroun
d
m
y
hous
e
bu
t
I’v
e
neve
r
really
appreciate
d
them
.
Othe
r
peopl
e
hav
e
commente
d
loads an
d
gav
e
m
e
th
e
whol
e
‘you’r
e
wastin
g
you
r
tim
e
just doin
g
housework
’
speech
,
bu
t
I’v
e
bee
n
to
o
bus
y
t
o
do anythin
g
abou
t
it.
”

The
y
sa
t
thinkin
g
togethe
r
i
n
comfortabl
e
silence.
“So
,
ca
n
I
se
e
i
t
then
,
o
r
what?
”
sh
e
asked
,
givin
g
her
eyelashe
s
a
n
extr
a
flutte
r
.

“Bu
t
w
e
hav
e
onl
y
jus
t
met,
”
sai
d
Marco
.
“
I
don
’
t
sho
w
m
y
Jacuzz
i
t
o
jus
t
anyone
,
yo
u
know
!
I
a
m
very
selectiv
e
a
s
t
o
wh
o
I
reflec
t
with.
”

Gin
a
kne
w
h
e
wa
s
teasing
.
I
n
he
r
min
d
the
y
were alread
y
examinin
g
th
e
plac
e
an
d
sh
e
reall
y
di
d
wan
t
t
o
see
wha
t
th
e
hote
l
ha
d
t
o
offe
r
.
Sh
e
love
d
findin
g
place
s
that
weren
’
t
wha
t
the
y
seeme
d
fro
m
th
e
outside
.
Lik
e
th
e
T
op O’Th
e
Roa
d
pu
b
–
the
y
ha
d
bee
n
expectin
g
basket
s
of
sausag
e
an
d
chip
s
o
r
sou
p
an
d
a
roll
,
bu
t
instea
d
i
t
was th
e
ver
y
bes
t
o
f
homemad
e
deliciousnes
s
o
n
th
e
menu
!

“
W
ell
,
w
e
hav
e
bee
n
reflectin
g
an
d
puttin
g
th
e
world t
o
righ
t
fo
r
abou
t
twent
y
minute
s
no
w
,
”
sh
e
said
.
“S
o
I
though
t
I
wa
s
alread
y
i
n
th
e
Reflectin
g
Gang
,
bu
t
i
f
I
have m
or
e
wor
k
t
o
d
o
t
o
prov
e
t
o
yo
u
tha
t
I
a
m
wort
h
reflecting
with
,
the
n
that
’
s
wha
t
I’
m
prepare
d
t
o
do
.
It
’
s
no
t
ever
y
day yo
u
com
e
acros
s
a
–
hi
c
–
handsom
e
strange
r
calle
d
Marco wit
h
a
Jacuzz
i
bat
h
i
n
th
e
back-en
d
o
f
Donega
l
.
Th
i
s
I
h
ave
t
o
see.
”

Marc
o
stoo
d
u
p
an
d
pu
t
hi
s
hand
s
i
n
hi
s
pockets
.
Then h
e
too
k
the
m
ou
t
again
.
The
n
h
e
pu
t
the
m
bac
k
in
.

“
W
ell
,
a
t
leas
t
le
t
m
e
bu
y
yo
u
a
drin
k
first?
”
h
e
asked. “
I
woul
d
fee
l
terribl
y
ba
d
i
f
I
showe
d
yo
u
m
y
Jacuzz
i
and hadn
’
t
eve
n
a
t
leas
t
bough
t
yo
u
a
drink.
”