“Can I at least get help with my luggage?”
“This isn’t a hotel, Mr. Penwarren. It’s a retirement facility. We don’t have bellboys.”
Frank held his hands out from his sides, showing off his expensive charcoal pinstripe suit. “Savile Row suits do not carry luggage, Mr. Penwarren. Good night.” He nodded, backing toward the elevator.
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