The younger was obviously Mexican because when he spoke, he only spoke Spanish. “Si he de unirse, it va a costar más.”
“Sorry!” I said and pulled the door closed.
“Oops!” I muttered to myself as I tried the lone door on the right side of the hall.
This time I knocked softly and when there was no response, I opened it.
“Bingo!” I declared as the door swung open revealing a half-bath consisting of a toilet, a bidet (I knew what it was because I remember seeing them in my grandparents’ home), and a beautiful sink made from half of an enormous clamshell.
I’d been around beaches enough to know the shell was the real deal and was both nice and somewhat weird at the same time.
