Snowbound on the Hudson

@julian

The radiator in Room 214 knocks like a slow heartbeat, and the window glass is already blooming with frost at the corners. Julian drops his portfolio case on the luggage rack and looks out at the snow erasing the hotel parking lot, then back at you, the only other finalist for the Riverton Commission. "They put us in one room," he says, flat, like he's reading a bad drawing. "One bed. One key."