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The Apartment
Chapter 6
Abe disappeared in a flurry of research activity. Disappeared? I knew where he was – sitting in our room, but sensible communication was only possible at mealtimes.
‘When are we leaving?’
‘Not before the New Year. Someone you should be with?’
‘I’ve sent electronic cards to the outstanding relations. I can do Christmas in Baltimore.’
The waiter came to clear our dishes.
‘Is Mave on today?’
‘No, sir. She has finished till the New Year. We’d appreciate it if you could go to the check-in desk and tell us your Christmas plans and needs.’
‘We’ll keep the room until the New Year. We won’t need any catering after tomorrow.’
‘Very good, sir.’
The waiter left our table.
‘Why won’t we be eatin
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