THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 114
…When in Rome… we will mix our money, share a room, and take it from there…
“Lots of stairs. At least we won’t have need of the fitness room. It is probably a park bench and an iron pipe anyway. We’ll get all the exercise we need going back and forth to our room,” she consoles Roy who has been schlepping luggage alongside the porter.
He thanks the concierge. The concierge stands firm.
“You haven’t traveled lately have you… he’s waiting for a tip.” She hands the young man a $10.
“Thank you preety ladie!”
“We’re going Dutch right?”
“No. When in Rome….we will mix our money, share a room, and take it from there.”
Once situated in the room, whose air conditioning struggles to keep up, Francine sets guidelines for cohabitation. “I don’t know about you, but I am not going to let modesty get in my way,” she unwraps her sundress, neatly folds it and places it on the bed like they were old marrieds. She slips on a nightshirt, sits next to him and says to him, “Let’s try out their room service. How about we order roast pigeon and fig leaves? That way we maybe we get lucky and get the chicken and salad instead.”
“I’m not a dream because dreams cannot do this,” she undoes his Windsor knot and unbuttons his shirt before he can say ‘no problem’.
… There are two less lonely people in the world tonight. —