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III

“Phonies,” said the cynical bellboy.

“Honeymooners,” the romantic chambermaid said firmly.

They were discussing the couple who had checked in last night at the Desert Rest Motel, Nevada.

“‘Mr. and Mrs. John Smith,’” the bellboy sneered.

“Look in a phone book, wise guy. Look in any phone book, I dare you. You think there ain’t any John Smiths in the whole world?”

“A shack job,” said the bellboy. “And she’s taking him for plenty. I seen them quiet ones before.”

“I,” said the chambermaid, “seen the way they look at each other…” She smiled mistily and blinked.

But as a matter of fact they were both right.