Where was the gym? I thought it was on the sixth floor. I looked at the kind woman who had just handed me the tea, and was again struck by the smart and sophisticated look of her gray uniform. It was well made and ironed perfectly, with a white sash I had not previously noticed. The woman herself had beautiful hazel green eyes flickering with the slightest hint of gold, and short reddish blonde hair that was tucked behind her ears. She was wearing tiny gold hoop earrings and looked to be in her early thirties. I wondered if she had gone to college, had a boyfriend, or a husband. I looked at the gold name tag pinned to the dress.
"Cindy, do you have a minute?" I ask her.
A few moments later, Cindy is perched on the extra chair in my hotel room and I am reading her my short story and asking her for feedback. Why her opinion suddenly seems to matter is something I cannot account for.
"Do you like it?"
Before she has a chance to answer I interject with "I am not sure where to go in the story after the two boys enter the other hotel room." I spit this sentence out rather quickly, feeling a little short of breath. I watch Cindy swallow, and watch her watch me and wonder what she is thinking. I glance around at the mess on the bed, at all of the books and piles of newspapers. My hair needs to be done and I have no make up on. Where is my phone charger?
"Well," she says, " I have a question regarding the double. "Is it real or imagined?"
I thank her for the question she has raised and suddenly feel the need to be alone. Why is she still sitting in the room? And her chair seems too close to the bed.
Cindy looks up, perhaps wondering the same thing. She asks me if I either want more tea or would like her to listen to more of my story. Doesn't she have anything else to do? Frankly, I am not sure what and if I want anything else and thank her for the tea and her time.
She smiles and smoothes out her apron. " Well, okay," she says pleasantly.
Before she walks out, I touch her elbow very gently.
"Do you believe in God, Cindy?"