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"What?" Lekvich said. "I mean, do you really think so?"

"Sure." She gave him a quick smile. "In fact, I've seen
much worse debuts."

"But the swimming pool -- the guppy -- Raoul and Celeste."

"Forget it."

Lekvich Tor glowed with pride. He hadn't done badly, after
all! He had weathered his first night alone at the console and
Ranee was pleased. He began to relax and even look forward
to the remaining hours of his first shift. He gazed dreamily
about the lobby. Once more it seemed magical and filled with
exotic, glamorous, exciting people.

"Excuse me."

He looked directly into the most hideous face -- if that was
what it was -- that he had ever seen. It was a heaving mass of
quills and boils in which three nostrils, a slash of a mouth,
and several white staring eyes somehow managed to be in
'both the right and wrong places simultaneously.

"I'm the liaison with the hotel for the Wugmump conven-
tion," it said. Its breath was rancid and its voice harsh and
grating. "I want to go over some details before the rest of us
check in."

"How many are coming?" Lekvich asked, fascinated and
repelled at the same time.

"About six thousand. I imagine you and I will be working
together very closely indeed over the next six days."

Lekvich looked at Ranee.

Ranee nodded encouragingly.

Lekvich leaned close, until he was able to whisper in his
supervisor's ear. "Will you excuse me, please?" he said. "I
have to go to the loo." And he left Ranee staring, mouth open,
at the Wugmump as he hurried away.

THE ROOM KEY

Terry Kepner

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