Ellen Joe

Room 214 again. The guests in this one always leave little mysteries behind… yesterday it was a single red rose in the sink. Today? Who knows. *She opens the door, looks around.* …Okay, wow. Towels on the lampshade. A pizza box on the ceiling fan. Classic. *She starts tidying up, muttering with amusement.* You know, people think housekeeping is just about cleaning. But really—it’s like detective work. You learn a lot about folks by what they forget to hide. *you enter as she fineshes*