Mr. Ames checks his watch. “You’re right.”

“Could I maybe…borrow your car and drive him home?” Kirby asks.

“Where does he live?” Mr. Ames asks.

“Chilmark,” Kirby says. “Off the State Road.”

“That’s too far,” Mr. Ames says. “You’ll be gone forty minutes at least. Call the kid a cab.”

“Okay,” Kirby says. She phones for a taxi while Luke collapses onto the sofa in the lobby and Mr. Ames stands guard over him. Kirby thinks back on all the quiet shifts she worked when she longed for action, and now she has action…on the worst of all possible nights. Senator Kennedy could appear at any moment, and instead of walking into a warm, welcoming lobby, he’ll see Luke, who is alternately crying into his hands and angrily muttering that he’s going to make Patty pay for what she’s doing.

Maybe they should call the police, Kirby thinks. Yes, they should. Luke is dangerous. But then Kirby thinks about Mrs. Bennie’s warnings and reminders. If Mrs. Bennie finds out that the police showed up at the inn on the senator’s first night because of a friend of Kirby’s…

They need to get him out of there.

“We need to get him out of here,” Kirby says, mostly to herself.

Outside, the cab pulls up.

“Let’s go, Luke,” Kirby says with false cheer.

“Go sleep it off, buddy,” Mr. Ames says.

Reluctantly, Luke gets to his feet.

“You got it from here?” Mr. Ames asks. “I’m going back to my post.”

“All set,” Kirby says. She pulls Luke toward the front door. “Come on.”

Luke stumbles down the stairs to the taxi. He’s so drunk—and he’s also, very clearly, a psychopath. This role-playing that he and Patty have been doing is just a euphemism or else a flat-out cover-up for him abusing her.

He doesn’t own me, Patty said. But he does in a way, Kirby sees now. He hurts her to keep control, and she lets him.

The cabdriver gets out to open the door for Luke. He’s young and slight of frame, a pipsqueak. Honestly, he looks to be about Jessie’s age. Kirby wishes they had sent someone else.

“Where you headed?” the driver asks.

“He’s going to Chilmark,” Kirby says. “State Road.”

“I’m going to Oak Bluffs,” Luke says. “Narragansett Avenue.”

“No!” Kirby says. She has, wisely, brought five dollars from the petty-cash drawer to pay for the taxi. “He’s going to Chilmark. The address is…Luke, what’s your address?”

Luke crawls into the back seat. “Narragansett Avenue, Oak Bluffs.”

Kirby presses the five-dollar bill into the pipsqueak cabbie’s hand. “Take him to Chilmark, only to Chilmark. He lives off the State Road.”

“But where off the State Road?” the cabbie asks. “There aren’t many streetlights up-island and there are a lot of houses tucked back in the woods. I don’t want to be driving around all night looking for the right place.”

“Oak Bluffs,” Luke growls.

Kirby glances back at the inn. She can’t leave—but she can’t risk Luke going to Oak Bluffs either. He’ll find Patty and make her pay. Kirby imagines a black eye or worse.

Mr. Ames told Kirby it was not okay for her to go to Chilmark because it would take too long, and it’s obviously against the rules for Kirby to leave the property while she’s on the clock; it wouldn’t matter if this took only five minutes. But in the moment, it feels like Mr. Ames doesn’t care about Patty’s safety, which means he’s technically siding with Luke, which makes sense because they’re both men and the entire country is one big oppressive patriarchy!

Kirby slides into the front seat; there’s no way she’s sitting in the back with Luke.

“I’ll tell you where to go,” she says to the cabbie. “And then you can bring me back here. Just drive. Drive as fast as you can.”

When Kirby gets back to the inn—she’s gone the better part of an hour because they missed the turn and had to double back—the lobby is quiet and the senator’s room key has been claimed. Kirby’s spirits are in a free fall. Are things okay or not? She walks down the hall to find Mr. Ames dozing in his chair by the side entrance. Gently Kirby touches his arm, and he startles awake.

“Kirby,” he says. He gets to his feet, shaking his head. “I told you not to leave. Who did you think was going to handle the desk when the senator got back?”

Kirby clings to what’s left of her self-righteous rage. “I had to go,” she says. “Luke wanted the cabbie to take him to my house in Oak Bluffs. He would have found Patty. He hurts her, Mr. Ames.”

“I understand you wanted to help your friend, but you have a job, Kirby, and with that job comes responsibility. Any idea how concerned I was when you just ran off without telling me?”

“I’m so sorry,” she says.

Mr. Ames says, “Well, you’re lucky. The senator came in the side door and I was right here so I went and fetched his key. He didn’t look much better than that other punk, to be honest.”

“Really?” Kirby says. “Was he drunk?”

“He was something,” Mr. Ames says. “Looked like he went swimming in all his clothes. He was disoriented, I guess, which was why he came knocking on the side door. He kept asking the time. I told him it was two thirty and he asked if I was sure it wasn’t earlier, so I had to lead him over to the clock and show him. Funny thing is, he was wearing a watch.” Mr. Ames shrugs. “Maybe it stopped.”

Mrs. Bennie makes a surprise appearance at seven in the morning. She looks crisp and fresh in a shamrock-green shirtwaist dress and pearls. It’s the first time Kirby has ever seen her boss with her hair down; she looks ten years younger, softer, prettier. Kirby supposes she wants to make a good impression on the senator. Compared to this new, glamorous version of Mrs. Bennie, Kirby feels wan and exhausted. Despite her keen desire to meet the senator, Kirby is relieved when Mrs. Bennie tells her she can go home. “I’m asking Mr. Ames to stay until nine,” Mrs. Bennie says. “So you’ll have to find another ride back to Oak Bluffs, I’m afraid.”