The January wind was blowing fiercely as he put the key into the unfamiliar door lock and then twisted it to the right with no results. He turned it to the left, and the door opened, and he pushed it wide into the motel room, and then stepped aside for her to enter before him. She was wearing a short beige car coat, the collar of which she held closed about her throat with one gloved hand. Her skirt, showing below the hem of the coat, was a deeper tan. She was wearing dark brown leather boots, almost the colour of her shoulder-length hair. Her eyes were browner than the boots, and she lowered them as she stepped past him into the room. There was an air of shy nervousness about her.
Fumbling to extricate the key from the lock, Frank almost lost his homburg to a fresh gust of wind. He clasped it to his head with his free hand, struggled with the damn key again, and finally pulled it free of the lock. Putting the key into the pocket of his overcoat, he went into the room, closed the door behind him, and said immediately, “I hope you won’t misinterpret this.”
“Why should I?” she asked.
“Well, a motel has connotations. But I couldn’t think of any other way.”
“We’re both adults, Frank,” she said. “I don’t see why it shouldn’t be possible for two adults to take a room and...”
“That was precisely my reasoning,” he said.
“So please don’t apologise.”
They stood just inside the entrance doorway, as though each were reluctant to take the steps that would propel them deeper into the room. There were two easy chairs on their right, in front of the windows facing the courtyard outside. A table with a lamp on it rested between the two chairs. On the wall immediately to their left, there was a dresser with a mirror over it, another lamp on one end of it. An air-conditioning unit was recessed into a window on the wall opposite the door. The bed was covered with a floral-patterned spread that matched the drapes. Its headboard was against the wall opposite the dresser. A framed print of a landscape hung over it.
“Millie,” he said, “I honestly do want you to see this film.”
“Oh, I honestly
“We talked about it so often on the train that it just seemed ridiculous not to show it to you.”
“Of course,” she said.
“Which is why I mentioned it at lunch today, and suggested that maybe we could take a room someplace, for just a few minutes, a half-hour maybe, so I could show you the film. Still, I don’t want you to think the only reason I asked you to lunch was to show you the film.” He grinned suddenly. “Though I am very proud of it.”
“I’m dying to see it,” she said.
“I’ll just be a minute, okay?” he said, and went to the door, and opened it, and stepped outside into the windblown courtyard, leaving the door open. She debated closing the door behind him, and decided against it. She also debated taking off her gloves, and decided against that as well. Outside, she heard the sound of the automobile trunk being slammed shut. A moment later, he came into the room carrying a motion picture projector.
“I was wondering how you were going to show it,” Millie said.
“I had this in the trunk,” he said, and put it down on the floor.
“Do you always carry a movie projector in the trunk?”
Smiling, he said, “Well, I can’t pretend I didn’t
“Did your wife say anything?” she asked.
“About the projector? Why would she say anything?”
“I guess she wouldn’t,” Millie said. “I guess lots of men take movie projectors to work in the morning.”
“Actually, she didn’t see it,” Frank said. “I put it in the car last night.” He looked around the room. “I was hoping the walls would be white,” he said. “Well, maybe the towels are white.”
“Did you plan to take a bath first?” she asked.
“No, no,” he said, walking towards the bathroom door. “I just want to make a screen.” From the bathroom, he said, “Ah, good,” and was back an instant later carrying a large white towel. “Let’s see now,” he said, “I guess I can hang this over the mirror, uh? Move the table there, and set my projector on it. Uh-huh.” As she watched, he went to the dresser, reached up over it, and tucked the towel over the top edge of the mirror, covering it. She had not moved from where she was standing just inside the door. Turning to her, he said, “Wouldn’t you like to take off your coat?”
“Well... is it a very long film?” she asked.
“Sixty seconds, to be exact.”
“Oh, well, all right then.”