When we got back to the hotel, Mr. Taylor parked the car and accompanied us in as though he were not just our guide but our chaperone, and a good thing it was, because inside the lobby of the small hotel we discovered our four suitcases standing beside the front desk. The new man at the desk introduced himself as the manager. When my father asked what our bags were doing downstairs, the manager said, “Folks, I have to apologize. Had to pack these up for you. Our afternoon clerk made a mistake. The room he gave you was being held for another family. Here’s your deposit.” And he handed my father
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