Chapter Three of the Choirgirl HOTeL…

Written by Jenn Caramia

Jamie and Karol went to their room followed by the meek and ever pitiful Pete. Jaime reached into her purse to tip the bag boy and when her fingertips caresses his palm a wave of emotion swept over Pete.

He had never seen a woman quite like Jaime. Her deep hazel eyes seemed to embrace his soul. He wished to kiss her passionately on the lips right at that moment, to taste her breath, and smell her skin. Unfortunately, Jaime did not return the emotion and told him that was all and pointed to the door.

Meanwhile Jenn Caramia sat on her bed in her room on the tenth floor of the Choirgirl HOTeL. She heard a crash from outside of the Hotel. She quickly got up to go downstairs to see what had happened.

Outside her room she saw the tall, dark hair man whom she recognized as "Gentle Sac." Gentle Sac, being a big headed, male bigot, took one look at her long legs and large breast and whistled, wink, and blew a kiss at her.

She returned the gesture by sticking up her middle finger at him and walked down the stairs. Jenn is an Indigo Girl groupie and sets up their stage while the group tours. They stopped touring about three months ago and Jenn had been living at the Hotel ever since.

She found a job building sets for an off-Broadway production company, but has been unable to find an apartment. Her cousin Wannie owned the Choirgirl so he let her stay for a minimal fee.

When she reached the lobby she saw the pitiful Pete carrying the bags of two women who were waiting for the elevator. Jenn walked outside and looked around and saw a crushed, dark green Ford Explorer in the parking lot.

Looking down at her left she saw Greg Marlboro. He sat at the hotel entrance as usual in his dirty ragged clothes; a paper bag covered a bottle of whiskey, and a pack of Marlboro on his lap. Wannie and Jenn called him The Marlboro Man, and Wannie even gives him a room on cold winter nights.

"Hey Greg, what is the gossip?" Jenn asked.

"A couple...(hack, hack)...of young ladies hit that there mailbox there and checked in for the night." Greg said in his rough emphysema damaged voice.

"Thanks Babe" Jenn says and throws a dollar in his dirty Styrofoam cup- the usual tip for the Marlboro Man's gossip. She headed back into the lobby passing Wannie, smiled and waved, and headed to the hotel bar.