that was to their benefit. Actually, she’d discovered that by being unreliable and unpredictable, she’d created an image of herself that made her that much more intriguing to the gallery owners, and that much more in demand. Make yourself available to them and they quickly become bored with you; give them a hard time, and that mysteriousness, translates to them eating out of the palm of your hand. Gail liked others eating out of the palm of her hand.
It was time to go, because she simply had decided it was time to go. She might be early, or she might be late, she didn’t care.
Gail stopped by the end table in the suite’s front foyer and opened the drawer; it looked like an antique, but she figured, seeing how it was in a hotel suite, it was probably just a well-made replica; she smiled as she considered the fact that more than humans wore disguised faces.
She pulled out the small pill box within the drawer and admired it. It probably was an antique, but not something that had been handed down in her family from mother to daughter – hell, she didn’t even know her mother – but something she had stumbled across in a thrift store during her travels. It was one of the first nice things she had bought herself and as such she treasured it. It reminded her of where she had come from and all she had achieved, and it also offered the promise of clarity. She opened the pill box and stared at the various multi-colored capsules within it. It was always a festive scene. She considered them all for a moment and pulled out a purple capsule, popping it into her mouth and swallowing it. She’d mastered the art of swallowing pills without water a long time ago.
It wouldn’t take long, but her purple friend would show her the way; today she wanted to see the truth. Today she wanted all the disguises the world was going to throw at her to melt away. She’d found the secret to that, and credited it for her success in life. She’d discovered a long time ago that going through life ignorant was foolish, and vowed that she’d never be one of those sheep.
Taking her suite key card, Gail picked up her bag and a light jacket and made her way out of the suite.
“Morning, Ms. Russell,” said the hotel’s Doorman as Gail approached him, “Can I get you a cab?”
She nodded her head, Yes , as she looked closely at the Doorman. He was a pleasant enough looking fellow; she’d say in about his late forties; a jovial face, always with a smile, although she imagined that was probably part of the required uniform for the job. He looked to her as he always did and she looked directly into his face; either the purple beauty hadn’t kicked in yet, or she was in the presence of a truly nice man; as long as the truth had been exposed, all was good.
The Doorman hailed a cab; there was never much of a wait; they all knew the hotel catered to the city’s elite and lined up to serve them, the thought of substantial tips helping them bide their time at the taxi stand.
“Where to Ms. Russell?” the Doorman asked.
“I’ll know it when I see it,” she said, sliding in the back of the cab.
The Doorman, a quizzical look on his face, just shrugged, closed the door and leaned in to the Cab Driver. “Just drive, I guess,” he said, “She’ll know it when she sees it.”
The Cab Driver looked back at him. He shrugged again and walked away.
The Cab Driver considered questioning the beautiful woman in the back of his cab, but decided against it. It wasn’t like this was his first ever weird request; he’d been driving around the city for many years, and picking up a lot of fares at the hotel, and one thing he had learned over those years was that the rich were just as crazy as the poor. He threw the cab into gear and set off to just drive around.
Gail settled back into her seat; the Cab Driver had yet to speak to her, which was fine, as she had nothing to say to him. The meter was running, that was all he should care about as far as
It was time to go, because she simply had decided it was time to go. She might be early, or she might be late, she didn’t care.
Gail stopped by the end table in the suite’s front foyer and opened the drawer; it looked like an antique, but she figured, seeing how it was in a hotel suite, it was probably just a well-made replica; she smiled as she considered the fact that more than humans wore disguised faces.
She pulled out the small pill box within the drawer and admired it. It probably was an antique, but not something that had been handed down in her family from mother to daughter – hell, she didn’t even know her mother – but something she had stumbled across in a thrift store during her travels. It was one of the first nice things she had bought herself and as such she treasured it. It reminded her of where she had come from and all she had achieved, and it also offered the promise of clarity. She opened the pill box and stared at the various multi-colored capsules within it. It was always a festive scene. She considered them all for a moment and pulled out a purple capsule, popping it into her mouth and swallowing it. She’d mastered the art of swallowing pills without water a long time ago.
It wouldn’t take long, but her purple friend would show her the way; today she wanted to see the truth. Today she wanted all the disguises the world was going to throw at her to melt away. She’d found the secret to that, and credited it for her success in life. She’d discovered a long time ago that going through life ignorant was foolish, and vowed that she’d never be one of those sheep.
Taking her suite key card, Gail picked up her bag and a light jacket and made her way out of the suite.
“Morning, Ms. Russell,” said the hotel’s Doorman as Gail approached him, “Can I get you a cab?”
She nodded her head, Yes , as she looked closely at the Doorman. He was a pleasant enough looking fellow; she’d say in about his late forties; a jovial face, always with a smile, although she imagined that was probably part of the required uniform for the job. He looked to her as he always did and she looked directly into his face; either the purple beauty hadn’t kicked in yet, or she was in the presence of a truly nice man; as long as the truth had been exposed, all was good.
The Doorman hailed a cab; there was never much of a wait; they all knew the hotel catered to the city’s elite and lined up to serve them, the thought of substantial tips helping them bide their time at the taxi stand.
“Where to Ms. Russell?” the Doorman asked.
“I’ll know it when I see it,” she said, sliding in the back of the cab.
The Doorman, a quizzical look on his face, just shrugged, closed the door and leaned in to the Cab Driver. “Just drive, I guess,” he said, “She’ll know it when she sees it.”
The Cab Driver looked back at him. He shrugged again and walked away.
The Cab Driver considered questioning the beautiful woman in the back of his cab, but decided against it. It wasn’t like this was his first ever weird request; he’d been driving around the city for many years, and picking up a lot of fares at the hotel, and one thing he had learned over those years was that the rich were just as crazy as the poor. He threw the cab into gear and set off to just drive around.
Gail settled back into her seat; the Cab Driver had yet to speak to her, which was fine, as she had nothing to say to him. The meter was running, that was all he should care about as far as
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