Light, prolonged
春分 [28] / [33]
How could I be so stupid and blind, he yelled to himself, slamming his fists down hard on the steering wheel. Part of Alexander wanted to march upstairs and confront them both, but he had no clue what room they were in and, without a warrant, the hotel would be of little help.
"Whew. It's shit or get off the pot time.”
He walked toward the hotel lobby, entered, and spoke to the clerk at the front desk.
"Hi. I just dropped off a woman,"
said Alexander, describing her features to the clerk, and, from the look on the man's face, he clearly knew who Alex was talking about. She had that affect on men.
"Could you tell me her room number? I gave her a ride, and she forgot her wallet in my car,"
he continued, lying through his teeth.
"I'm sorry," said the clerk,
"Due to privacy concerns, we can't reveal that info. But, if you want to turn it over to us to ensure she gets it, we'd be much obliged―"
"No! No, no," said Alexander,
"I'll give it to her in person, once she's done serving her time."
The clerk looked at him suspiciously. Alexander sat on a couch in the lobby. He was too tired to think. He stared at the high ceiling of the hotel. This hotel was a luxurious one. If the suited-middle aged-man could afford this hotel, he must be pretty rich, or has very severe vanity. Alexander thought of calling Violet and asking where she is now, but he thought against it. What would that solve? He bent his head down. This is absurd.
At that moment, a paunchy, huge, fat middle-aged woman, adorned in twinkling diamonds, came into the lobby with obvious fury. She almost huffed like an angry bull, her eyes were about to bulge out. She didn’t look around, just rushed forward, her body waddling onto the stairs. After a moment, vicious screaming and yelling burst out from 2nd or 3rd floor.
“How dare you, you unimaginable bitch!”
and a high scream followed, with a thud. Everybody in the lobby including Alexander was stunned, and every clerk there rushed onto the stairs.
Alexander followed them too. It was the 2nd floor where the disaster burst forth. The fat woman was wrestling, and punching a woman with long hair, who wore only underwear, hitting random body parts; head, face and belly, everywhere she could get with her fists, palms and feet. The man Alexander saw was wearing only pants. He was at a loss of what to do, trying to get the fat woman off the person who was being beaten, but it was no use.
The person, who had long hair, cried bitterly, covering herself with thin arms, and kneeling down. Alexander could see the splattered blood dot the floor. The man didn’t give up, putting his arm around the fat woman’s neck from behind, but she pushed him off, punching his nose straight away like a professional boxer. The man grabbed his face, stumbling backward over in agony. She almost beat the living shit out of the woman, when the clerks all managed to separate them from each other.
