Terry C. Thomas provides an introduction to chapter fourteen of his book: At Least We Were Married.
Pulling up to the Marriot, I slipped the doorman a tip, and he directed us to a secretive place to hide the VW. It was a dark service basement, and we buried the car in a far corner behind a pillar and chunks of plywood and two-by-fours. Back at the main entrance, unloading what Irwin had picked up from Nancy, I soon realized the baggage was tripling or quadrupling. We had everything from a hair dryer to clothes bags, and lots of suitcases. I had never realized how many things girls have to take along on a trip.
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