What once had been a thriving, busy, central hotel for a small town was now a run-down place on the outskirts of a rambling city. Something about zoning rights and planning had long since made the place almost remote. That was just the way the cookie crumbled. It suited Luiz just fine.

He had his accommodation and enough dollars in the bank to go on holidays once a year. Food in his belly and a job for life. He could ask for more but he doubted if he’d get it so he didn’t bother ask. Today was Sunday. Sweep and mop,

buff and wax. Reset the tables. Change up the floor plan. Stock the bar and get the place ready for the next wedding reception due to arrive the following day.

Monday was an odd day for a wedding Luiz reflected but what did he care.