Foreigners Stories

She couldn’t catch her breath. He’d been gone for half an hour. There was nothing to distract her but the occasional muted comings and goings of hotel traffic: the whir of luggage wheels on plush carpets, muffled cell phone conversations and the occasional laughter of partners entering and exiting the secret world of their rooms. Who would believe what she was doing in hers? Like a Catholic schoolgirl, she sat in the stra...