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The Question at the Desk
Noor stood behind the guesthouse desk with Sunday still blank in the book. She needed a person for that morning, because she could not be at the desk and upstairs at the same time. Patrick sat across from her. His folder was neat, and his answers had been neat too. She was ready to offer him the job.
"I like every guest to feel welcome," he had said. She had liked that sentence.
Imane was early for the next conversation. She sat by the window with her coat on her knees and did not interrupt.
The front door opened. A guest came in from the rain and put one hand on the desk. "Is breakfast still going?" he asked. "My wife is upstairs, and I do not know which room it is."
Patrick looked at Noor.