The late checkout was bestowed only after prolonged debate, granted by a disdainful desk clerk who took undisguised delight in exercising his benevolence.
In another age, before Pope Pius V shut the racket down, the clerk would have made a fine archbishop selling indulgences.
They slept until noon. Just before their late checkout time, Caroline borrowed the clerk’s car and headed south on Interstate 15.
Nick figured she would trade the lame Kia for a better car in Primm.
