Tabula Rasa

I booked it, I know I booked it. I’m sorry, there’s nothing on the system with that name. Don’t you have the confirmation email? No, you know I delete emails as soon as I get them. Well do you see now why that’s wildly unhelpful? I do, yes, thank you. Let me just think for a second. Wait, I have the credit card charge - look, here’s the hotel and here’s the amount. Is this the booking number? It should be. One minute while I check… Ah, yes, here you are. The name on this booking is Theobald. Is that you? You booked using your married name? I must have done. But you’re not married anymore. I didn’t do it on purpose - it must have been on autofill. Right. Okay so you’ll be in room 308, lifts are just off to the right. Okay. Thanks. *** Dinner was tense. It wasn’t anywhere fancy, just the bistro next door, there wasn’t an air of pomp or ceremony, but there was certainly an expectation. An expectation of me, I imagine, after the fiasco at the front desk. Just tell me if you’re seeing him again. I sighed. What’s one more lie?