Overkill
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2024 by Mat Twassel
Our first grandbaby. Needless to say, we were super excited. Julie was over the moon. She insisted we drive right over for a visit. Drive right over is more than a thousand miles, so we booked a room about halfway, just outside of Buffalo. We got there after nine. The parking lot was pretty full. I lugged in just the one suitcase, the one with essentials. “A nice quiet room,” we asked the desk clerk, who greeted us with a smile a bit disturbed by painful looking jewelry.
“I’m so tired, so very tired,” Julie said, slipping in bed. “Forgive me if we don’t ... I didn’t sleep at all last night, and in the car, you know...”
“That’s okay, baby,” I whispered, and I gave her a goodnight kiss. I think she was already asleep. I followed. I wasn’t sure how long later Julie nudged me. “Ken,” she whispered.
“What’s wrong?”
“The noise. It’s so...”
An outdoor lounge of some sort was adjacent to our room, and several people out there were talking non-stop with mirth and enthusiasm. It was eleven o’clock.
“Maybe they’ll stop soon,” I said to Julie.
Half an hour later they hadn’t stopped. I pulled on my jeans and went out there. Three guys and two women. “Uh, excuse me,” I said, holding up a hand, a finger raised like I was back teaching. They stopped talking. “Um, we’re trying to sleep,” I said. “No problem,” one of the guys said. “Okay,” I said, nodding.
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