Adolescence
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Michael drained his water glass and leaned forward. "What are you doing staying at a pimp hotel?"
"Pimp hotel? I guess that explains the secret staircase off the closet."
"No, it probably led down to a gambling room in the twenties. Most of the old hotels downtown still have them. Do your parents know you're here in the city?"
I shook my head.
"How did I know that? You always were a rebel. I remember the time you were about four and arrived on our doorstep with your suitcase. Said you were running away from home."
