"Who's on the th-third floor?"
The clerk consulted a chart. "Jackson, Dockeray, Smith, Jay, Lewis, Mann, Parce, Oliver...."
"Who's permanent?"
"Mr. Jay keeps his rooms on a monthly basis. He's the only one on that floor who does."
"Th-thanks."
Willie marched out of the hotel and made straight for the Pink Lady. Pinky Bronklin, who was working the far end of the bar, called loudly to the barkeep who stepped up to serve Willie.
"Tell him we don't serve Injuns!"
"You an Injun?" the barkeep said and immediately moved away.
Feeling the eyes of the crowd center on him, Willie pushed away from the bar and walked down to where Pinky was.
"Get the hell out of my place," Pinky said.