This was going to be unpleasant. Heidi pounded her fist on the door to Room Six as the sweet stench of clove cigarettes seeped out into the night.
“You had your chance,” she called. “No smoking means no smoking. You’re out.”
He was barely more than a boy. Nineteen, she calculated from his license when he checked into the motel. Heidi stood in the doorway as he packed his clothes into a Transformers backpack.
“You should learn to listen,” she said.
He ground the glowing butt into the bedspread and walked past her. “Yeah, that’s what my dad used to say.”