Chapter 7: A Chat With Pamela
When the guide has no map, the traveler must learn to read the stars.
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Silence.
Pamela said nothing for nearly five minutes. She just glared, her eyes narrowed like she was trying to read through my skin.
"Yes... Two portions, please. Thank you," I said into the hotel phone before setting it back down.
Leaning back on the soft couch, I let out a long sigh. Sleeping on the floor had left my body stiff and sore. I shut my eyes.
I need to take better care of this body, I thought.
My question was still hanging in the air, unanswered.
"You don’t act your age," Pamela finally said, her voice distant and laced with suspicion.
I didn’t flinch. It’s not like someone was missing. And even if someone had suspicions, there was no proof that I wasn’t the real Adam Black.
"What makes you say that?" I asked calmly, eyes still shut.