7/6/2023 0 Comments The sun down motel book![]() ![]() She checked her eye makeup-not the frosty kind, like some girls wore, but a soft lavender purple. She touched her hair, which she'd had cut short, a sharp style that ended below her earlobes and was sprayed out for volume. With cold fingers, she pulled down the driver's-side visor. ![]() It was often so quiet that an observer would think that nothing ever happened here. The Sun Down had few customers, none of whom would notice if the night girl was late. ![]() Another minute and she'd be late, but she didn't care. The clock ticked over to eleven o'clock, and the news came on the radio. A truck droned by on the road in the rearview mirror. Outside, two drops of half-frozen rain hit the windshield. She looked at the glowing blue and yellow sign, the two stories of rooms in two long stripes in the shape of an L, and thought, I don't want to go in there. She sat in her beat-up Cavalier, the key in the ignition, the heat and the radio on, her coat huddled around her shoulders. Still, she pulled into the parking lot of the Sun Down Motel in Fell, New York, and paused, feeling the familiar beat of fear. The person who could be truly alone, in the company of no one but oneself and one's own thoughts-that person was stronger than anyone else. It was something she'd discovered, working the night shift at this place in the middle of nowhere: Being with people was easy, but being alone was hard. The night it all ended, Vivian was alone. ![]()
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