One Night in the City
Now that they finally met, he realizes how tall she is: almost as tall as he is. And yet she manages to look up at him with large brooding eyes. Sizing him up? Her long dark hair, parted straight in the middle, falls heavily behind her shoulders, hangs well down her back — a rich mane of sensual excess. She’s in her forties; but she’s kept the long straight hair of a younger girl — a prized possession of younger days?
Once inside the tiny hotel room, she’s clearly nervous. Avoiding his eyes, she says she’s not quite ready. She is complaining; not a good sign. It’s hot and stuffy in the small room. She’s sweating lightly; they both are. He throws open the window.
Sitting beside him on the double bed, she tells him she needs some time. He wonders why she seems sudden
