Meg Rector slept until noon. Sleeping was easy. The hotel was expensive and the air-conditioning worked the way it was supposed to. The bed she slept in had a firm mattress. The sheets were good percale, and they were perfectly clean. She'd had half a pint of Beefeater gin before she went to bed, not enough to leave her hung over in the morning, just enough for deep sleep to come in a hurry.
Borderline
Lawrence Block
1961
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