Room five of the old hotel contained a double bed with a rollaway cot. Like all the other rooms she’d passed, the windows were shut tight and only dim light faded through the drawn yellowed shades.Heat pressed down on Maggie as she herded her girls up the steps and into the room.
“First things first,” she announced, trying to sound cheerful. “Let me open these windows. It’s time for that sea breeze to start up and I think we can all use some refreshing air, don’t you?”
Neither girl answered, but she hadn’t really expected them to. She unlocked the window and pushed up against the old wooden frame with all her might. An inch. Two inches, maybe, before she had to give up and try the other window. This one, thank God, went up all the way. The cooler air rushed in and Maggie sagged against the sill, letting that small relief caress her. The girls joined her and turned their faces to the breeze.
They all sighed at the same time.