The desk clerk coughed and walked back to his room behind the counter, still coughing. Mrs Robinson slapped the elevator button repeatedly until the door opened. Mr. Robinson hadn't moved from his position on the Lazyboy. She balled up her wet socks and threw them at the open closet door. Who wants a stupid cat that stays out in the rain.
Nobody needs that kind of trouble.
Mr. Robinson hit the remote again. She walked over to the bathroom alcove at the far end of their room. She posed in front of the three way mirror holding up the latest Cosmopolitan magazine. She held it under her chin like she was taking a mug shot. She leaned close to the mirror.