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Chapter 4 - Gypsies
There were no seats to Rome the next day, Tuesday. Barbara and Michael booked the early flight Wednesday. That night, Monday night, they prepared for bed at the same time. Barbara had no bedclothes. When Michael heard Barbara fussing around in the bathroom, he knocked on the door and offered his gray bathrobe.
“What will you use?”
“Nothing,” he said.
“No.”
“I’ll use a towel.”
“I’ll give the robe back to you after I get under the covers.”
“All right.”
They lay in bed listening to the traffic on Boulevard St. Germain.
“Do you want me to get a separate room tomorrow night?” Barbara asked.
“Do you want a separate room?”
“Well, I just think that it’s not very comfortable on that rollaway and maybe you want more privacy.”
“Actually, it’s more comfortable than that bed. It’s almost firm.”
“But what about privacy?”
“Do you want more privacy?”
“No.”
“Neither do I.”
They were silent. There was a big gurgling sound from the toilet of the room next door.
“Was that your stomach?” Michael asked.
Barbara laughed.