Just One Look
Two strangers meet at a party, then meet in a hotel room all alone
It was a beautiful, warm, dry evening in Santa Fe. I found myself wondering once again whether there could possibly be anything wrong with the place. Of course, I’d only been there for a week, but the city had certainly made a good impression on me. I live in Dallas and work for a rather successful consulting firm. My specialty is, for want of a better term, “automated payroll accounting.” I was sent to Sante Fe to...
