it was late sunday afternoon, nice warm day. sheldon the manager radioed me to go check on room #339 he was concerned because he said she had called the office but was incoherent, he thought she might be having a stroke. i made my way up the stairs, feeling the warm sun on the back of my neck, hands. i hurried up not knowing what i would find as is the case in the strange hotel business. finally standing in front of #339 i knocked loudly and called out "maintenance!" i heard movement, then slowly the door opened a crack and pale skin and blue eyes peered out at me, she was mid 30's fair with blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. i said "sheld