Deirdre Just Couldn’t Get the Bellhop’s Attention
muscles I hadn’t used before- a phenomenally costly divorce
- old-fashioned meat and potatoes
- wouldn’t have mattered if she were chrome orange
- “One suitcase,”
- registrations in Culver City
Deirdre just couldn’t get the bellhop’s attention. It wouldn’t have mattered if she were chrome, orange-scented, and blinking, the man was studiously ignoring her.
“One suitcase,” his dismissive air said. “No tip there.”
Little did he know that Dierdre had just come out on the winning side of a phenomenally costly divorce settlement, and was in the mood to splurge. Her lawyer claimed the victory came from “using muscles I hadn’t used before, at least not in a court of law.”
Once the papers were signed and the divorce was final, leaving Derek nothing but a memory, Deirdre made several hotel registrations in Culver City under assumed names, and was attempting to check into the chicest of the bunch. The restaurant on the third floor bragged of their old-fashioned meat, and potatoes so modern they should be on display in the Tate. Deirdre couldn’t wait to spend Derek’s money on something so outrageous.