innkeeper

“I was an innkeeper in this crazy little town in Vermont ... “

The sun had only just begun to rise as the innkeeper dragged the last of his smoldering furniture outside and took survey of the scorched walls.

I grabbed the innkeeper’s shoulder and said, “A Persian mystic. That’s a Persian mystic.”

The innkeeper’s eyes narrowed into razors.

The introverted Ms. Grade acknowledged that she was a most unlikely innkeeper.