Chapter 9The drive to the hotel passed with Sanford talking of his wife and musing about which vacation destination might please her the most, and before he knew it, Charles was staring at the brick and glass façade of the Charlestown Inn. He’d noticed it earlier in the day while he was waiting for his Uber to take him to the university, but now he had the opportunity to admire the many mature trees—oak or maple or maybe both—shading the portico.
Sanford pulled into a parking spot and pressed the release that opened the trunk. “Get your stuff.”
Charles did as Sanford said and worried his upper lip. Although he’d stayed in any number of hotels, he’d never had to register himself. Well, no time like the present to learn. He swung out his suitcase and backpack and straightened his shoulders
