so on and so forth, then wait until everyone had gotten there, surely, and then raise the damn blind like a ceremony. Like a special occasion. With everyone lined up to witness it. Or at least put a window in the damn bathroom. One thing or the other.
In the parlor Mark said to the others, “I don’t see how we could put a window in the bathroom. Not with plain glass, anyway. Too weird. But anything else wouldn’t work. You couldn’t see in.”
Steven said, “We could use a plastic sheet on the outside. Some kind of design on it. So it looked pebbled from the inside. Then we could peel it off when we’re ready.”
“You’re dodging the issue,” Robert said. “We screwed up with their blind. Simple as that. The guy is right. We should have left it down until everyone got here.”
Mark said, “Patty wanted to see the sunshine.”
“What are we now, social workers?”
“Her mood might prove critical.”
“How’s her mood now?”
“Relax,” Mark said. “Think outside the box. What’s done is done. And as it happens we did it at the exact halfway point. Three saw them, and three won’t. We could think of it as a reward for punctuality. Like a bonus threshold. Like we’re offering something. We could call it marketing.”
“Punctual means on time, not early. We should treat them all equally.”
“Too late.”
“Never too late to fix a mistake.”
“How?”
“You get on the mike with Patty and Shorty, and you remind them you warned them about this earlier, and you say but maybe they didn’t realize exactly what they were getting themselves into, so now for their own comfort we have taken a unilateral decision to close their blind again for them. And we do, right away. They’ll hear it. They’ll come out of the bathroom. Meanwhile we apologize to arrivals four and five, and we tell them we’ll have a proper ceremony later. After Patty and Shorty have calmed down again. When we’re all assembled. Maybe as the sky goes dark. We could suddenly raise the blind and light up the room both at the same time. I bet we would catch them right there on the bed. It would look like Saks Fifth Avenue on Christmas Day. People would come from miles around.”
“That doesn’t solve the problem,” Mark said. “All it means is three people will have seen them once and three people will have seen them twice. That’s not equal.”
“Best we can do,” Robert said. “As a gesture. Which could be important. We can’t let this become an issue. You know how they talk in the chat rooms. Word of mouth can make you or break you. We should be seen to go the extra mile to put this right.”
Mark was quiet a long moment.
Then he glanced at Steven.
Who said, “I guess.”
Mark nodded.
He said, “OK.”
Robert clicked a switch labeled Room Ten, Window Blind, Down.
* * *
—
His voice came out of the ceiling. Like before. In the bathroom it was just as loud as it had been in the main room. He said, “Guys, I apologize. Most sincerely. My fault entirely. I wasn’t clear enough when we spoke earlier. About the downside of seeing the view, I mean. So we put it right for you. The blind is down again now and will stay down as long as you want. I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable that way. Again, I apologize. I was thoughtless.”
Patty said, “What do you want with us? What’s going to happen to us?”
“We’ll discuss what we want with you before the end of the day.”
“You can’t keep us here forever.”
“We won’t,” Mark said. “I promise. You’ll see. Not forever.”
Then there was a small electronic pop and the ceiling went quiet again.
In the silence Shorty said, “Do you believe him?”
“About what?” Patty said.
“The blind being down again.”
She nodded.
“I heard it,” she said.
Shorty got up stiffly, from his spot on the floor, and he opened the door, just a crack. He knew right away. There was no bar of daylight. Just gloom.
“I’m going through,” he said. “It’s uncomfortable in here.”
“They’re going to raise it again.”
“When?”
“Probably when we least expect it.”
“Why?”
“Because they’re messing with us.”
“Soon?”
“Probably not. They’ll wait a while. They’ll want us to build up a sense of security.”
“So it’s safe for a spell. Right now. Then later we could nail up a sheet.”
“Could we?”
“Why not?” Shorty said.
In the past she would have objected purely on the grounds of good manners. Being Canadian. Both the sheet and the wall would be damaged,