![]() ![]() To put it bluntly, he looked like he’d come there with some sort of criminal intention, which was racist and judgmental and totally non-PC. Also, he was Latino, which made him one of the very few Latino people in the building who wasn’t there to bring room service to or clean up the dishes of or mop up the floors for old, rich, white people. He was dressed in dirty jeans and an old black T-shirt, and his hair was long and probably a mess (full disclosure: he hadn’t looked in the mirror before leaving the house that morning). He’d been to the Palace plenty of times before, but this was the first time he’d shown up on a weekday, and the place wasn’t busy enough for someone like him to go unremarked. The boy noticed he was drawing more attention than he usually did. At this stage, it didn’t really make much of a difference either way. But the boy had always thought it was a load of BS that you were expected to go to school on Halloween, so he’d decided not to. It was about eight thirty in the morning, and he was supposed to be at school. THE BOY SAT ON A bench in the lobby of the Palace Hotel. ![]()
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