At the bottom of the ramp she had to wait for the light at the corner to
interrupt the flow of traffic. Looking around, Mandi saw the faint remains of a
stain on the nearby sidewalk and spotted glitterings of overlooked shards of
glass in the shrubbery by the wall. Glancing up, she saw that the cafe's window
had already been replaced.
When the crossing guard stepped into the street and waved to people on the
sidewalks, Mandi's march continued against the flow of more costumed people on
their way to the contest preliminaries.
Across the street and up the steep steps she went; past the pool and into
the lower lobby of her own hotel, with little attention spent on anything except
getting past the oncoming herd of people and the crowd by the escalators.
The group waiting for the elevators in the main lobby was large, as always.
Mandi cut left and headed for the stairs, instead, dodging people who preferred
the stairs as a short cut to the convention's hospitality suite in 221, which
was only a few steps from the stairwell.
Traffic on the stairs thinned to nothing above the second floor and Mandi
flew above the steps until she reached the fourth floor.
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