I don't remember the name. My mother asked me to help her clean out the house of a deceased friends some fair distance away so we had to hotel for the night.
The door would not lock. We shoved a desk in front of it.
I then spent the entire night on a rock hard bed next to my mother slowly melting from the heat, staring at the ribs of the ceiling as though I was inside the great whale before passing out. I woke up slick with sweat and vomitous. The table was fine though. Held the door shut.
Guy had already found a new woman to move in and wanted his dead wife's stuff gone. Miserable trip.
Sibling made dinner, it's their night. It was tortellini with meat sauce with broccoli on the side. It was okay.