“So, room 621A is simply a construction mistake.” “Not for the novelist,” I reminded her, “otherwise the story ends there. In the novel, the concierge is lying. Buy why? What’s the truth about this mysterious room 621A? What happened there that made the hotel staff decide to conceal it? That’s one way to construct a story from a simple situation.” “And now?” she asked. “And now,” I joked, “it’s up to you to move forward. I’m going to bed.” Little did I suspect that I had just ruined my holiday.
