Second Chances
“Tahoe? Mendocino?), Brooks Burgess and Dudley have gone to Houston, Texas—“of all places,” Dudley has just managed not to say. It made a certain sense, though: Brooks had business there. (“What’s left of the business in those parts,” he told Dudley; “you wouldn’t believe what’s happened to oil.”) Also, he knew of a first-rate hotel. (“It’s even quite beautiful, you’ll like it.”) And, as neither of them did say, they were most unlikely, in Houston, to run into anyone they knew.
Somewhat to Dudley’s surprise, Brooks has turned out to be quite right about the hotel. Their room is beautiful, a large, irregularly shaped space, the far end of which is all glass and faces out into some woods, all cool and green, dark boughs, ferns—as though the room itself were suspended out there, hung from trees.
Inside, it is all very underplayed, discreet, pale “natural” fabrics, “understated” furniture. Pale brown sheets on the king-sized bed, on which Dudley now lies, trying to plan what to say next to... Brooks, who will be done with some sort of meeting in an hour or so.MoreLess
Somewhat to Dudley’s surprise, Brooks has turned out to be quite right about the hotel. Their room is beautiful, a large, irregularly shaped space, the far end of which is all glass and faces out into some woods, all cool and green, dark boughs, ferns—as though the room itself were suspended out there, hung from trees.
Inside, it is all very underplayed, discreet, pale “natural” fabrics, “understated” furniture. Pale brown sheets on the king-sized bed, on which Dudley now lies, trying to plan what to say next to... Brooks, who will be done with some sort of meeting in an hour or so.MoreLess
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