Word: motel
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...time she should take a more active campaign role. Lately Margaret, with her elfin smile and insouciant ways, has been wowing crowds from Quebec to British Columbia-delivering informal talks in English and French, balancing on stilts for delighted children, and frolicking in a bikini for photographers at a motel pool. At a salmon barbecue in Vancouver, she introduced her husband to 1,500 whooping partisans as "a beautiful guy, a very loving human being who has taught me a lot about loving...
...merchant friends to pay off some irate truckers or meet an impending payroll. A woman possessed, and sometimes distracted, by her mission, she once drove home in the wee hours after an exhausting rehearsal, discovered for the umpteenth time that she had lost her keys, checked into a nearby motel for a quick snooze, then walked out and forgot to pay. Her mother recently offered her $1,000 in cash if she would only get her hair done for an opening night; Sarah had no time. She would be the despair of all her friends and colleagues, if they...
...novel, A Family's Affairs. In Apostles of Light, Martha's relatives talk love and practice expediency. Before her on-again, off-again brain registers what is happening, Martha's house has been converted into a small nursing home called Golden Age Acres and filled with motel lobby furniture, polyethylene philodendrons, and assorted old folks eagerly abandoned by their own loving...
...else, was the sense of life. There's a life to it. It's exciting as hell when you finish some good ones. About work, there's a wild humor sometimes. Mostly, the self-contradictions in people's thoughts, psyches, about work. Like the elderly switchboard operator in the motel saying, "Oh, I love my work. Oh, I'm happy, I'm very happy with my work. These young girls, they're not as conscientious as I am. Once, though, at two in the morning"--let's say she worked for Holiday Inn--"I'd answer it, 'Marriott...
Murphy's employer agreed immediately to the ransom demand, and next day the kidnapers' plan went off with suspense-novel precision. Still blindfolded, the editor was driven from his second night's lodging-which he thought was "an out-of-state motel"-toward Atlanta. At intervals, the kidnapers stopped to make telephone calls-once to find a go-between, who turned out to be a 17-year-old high-school senior named Pam Grant, another time to let a friend of Minter's hear Murphy's voice...