As much as he wanted to keep what he had done a secret from Allison, he also felt that as her friend, he had to be honest with her. In the short time they had worked together they had developed a trusting relationship. They talked to each other. Octavio had bared his heart to her, and Allison had done the same with him, albeit changing a few of the details so as not to reveal who she really was.
She was a girl in trouble—he knew that. He’d sensed it from the moment he’d met her. And a girl in trouble needed her mother.
When Allison woke the next morning, and emerged from the back room into the office, still wiping the sleep from her eyes, he considered telling her right then. But he lost his nerve. As she did every morning, Allison used the bathroom adjoining the office to have a shower and get dressed. By eight thirty, she was ready for work.
It had not been that busy a night. Only eight units had been rented, and of those, only three had checked out so far. The people who stayed here, if they did happen to spend the entire night, were not generally inclined to vacate their rooms early. They drank and did drugs and had sex until the middle of the night, then slept in until ten or eleven or noon, which was checkout time. If they slept in past that, Octavio had to bang on their door to wake them because he knew, especially with repeat customers, that they did not want to have to pay for a second night.
“Where should I start?” Allison asked.
“Three, nine, and eleven are ready for you,” Octavio said.
“Okay.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“I guess.”
“That’s good,” Octavio said. “It looks like it’s going to be a very nice day. No rain in the forecast.”
Allison didn’t say anything. She never cared whether it rained or not. Octavio believed that for this child, it was raining every day, even when there were no clouds in the sky.
“Okay, so, I guess I’ll get started,” she said.
“Some breakfast? You are going to have some breakfast?”
“I’m not hungry,” she said.
What a pitiful girl she was. Octavio wanted to tell her, to bring some sunshine into her life.
About an hour later, he worked up his nerve.
He found her cleaning the bathroom in unit nine. She was on her knees, cleaning the toilet, when he came into the room.
“Adele?” he said. He almost called her Allison.
“Yeah?” she said, looking at him through the bathroom door, blowing a stray lock of hair out of her eyes.
“I need to talk to you for a minute.”
“Go ahead,” she said, squirting some cleanser onto the floor.
“No, you must stop for a second.”
She put down the cleanser and a sponge she had in her other hand and stood up. She came into the room and stood by the television.
“Am I fired?” she said. There was no sadness in her voice. Just resignation.
“No, you are not fired. You are a good employee. I would not fire you. Although…” he said, his voice trailing off. “It’s possible you may not want to stay.”
“What’s going on?”
“I need to tell you, first of all, that anything I did was with your best interests at heart.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve been very concerned about…about how sad you are.”
“Octavio, what have you done?”
He looked down at the stained and tattered carpet. “Last night, when you were sleeping, I went into your room.”
“You what?” Allison’s eyes were wide and accusing.
“It is not what you think!” Octavio said, holding up his hands defensively. “I was a total gentleman. But…but I looked in your purse and—”
“You were in my purse?”
“Just listen to me, okay? Let me tell you everything. I found the letter. A letter from your mother.”
“Oh my God,” Allison said.
“And I know that you are not really Adele Farmer, but that is okay with me. I am not judging you at—”
“How could you do that? How dare you go into my things?!” Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing had grown rapid.
“Wait, wait!” Octavio said, now thinking maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea at all. But he had to tell her everything now. She had to know. “I called her.”
Allison stared at him, blinked. “What?”
“I called your mother last night. I told her you were here, that you were okay. Allison, Allison, please, she was…she was ecstatic. She was so happy to know you are okay, that you are alive.”
“No,” Allison whispered, disbelieving.
“She is coming,” Octavio said. “She is flying down here to see you. She loves you so much! She will help you! Whatever trouble you—”
Allison shoved him out of her way as she ran to the door.
Octavio shouted after her, “I’m so sorry! I am sorry!”
She didn’t know how much time she had. Maybe, just maybe, they hadn’t been tapping her mother’s phone. But she had to assume that they were. And if they were, and if Octavio had spoken to her mother the night before, after she’d gone to sleep—
Plenty of time to send someone to Florida.
“No no no no no,” she said under her breath as she ran for the office. She would grab what few clothes she had, stuff them into her backpack, and get the hell out of there. She didn’t know where she’d go. It didn’t really matter. All she knew was that she had to get away from this place.