I laughed. “I’m surprised you remember us. We haven’t been here in 40 years.”
Her smile disappeared.
She looked at Robert. Then at me.
“Oh. I thought Robert had stayed with us more recently.”
I turned toward him. “What?”
Robert barely reacted.
“She must have me confused with someone else.”
The receptionist was already looking at her computer.
“No, I’m quite sure. Same name.”
Then she frowned.
“You usually request the same room.”
“Usually?”
Robert stepped closer to the desk.
“We’d just like to check in.”
He sounded a little angry and impatient.
She nodded. “Of course.”
I said nothing until we reached our room.
The second the door closed, I turned around.
“You’ve been here recently?”
Robert put his suitcase on the luggage rack. “No.”
“She recognized you.”
“She’s mistaken.”
“She said you usually request the same room.”
He unzipped his suitcase.
“People make mistakes.”
“Are you sure?”
He looked at me. “We came here 40 years ago. That’s it.”
