“Lorenzo’s fine,” I said as I scribbled a totally bogus signature across the printed form. A few minutes later she was handing us keycards. “I hope you have a wonderful stay, Lorenzo.” She beamed at Annie. “You too, Amelia. My name is Becky. Please don’t hesitate to call down or stop by the desk if there’s anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable.” We barely made it to the elevators before Annie burst into a fit of laughter. “Oh my god! You did not make reservations using my book character names!”
