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slid the card into a small machine and imprinted a credit ticket. Then she handed the card back to him.
    All right! Kevin slid the credit card into his pocket. It worked!
    Ms. Acivedo called for a bellman. Then she turned again to Kevin. "Do you have any luggage?"
    "Just these." Kevin held up the brown travel bag and his backpack.
    Ms. Acivedo smiled. "I hope you'll enjoy your stay with us. And when your dad arrives remind him that he has to come down and sign a couple of things."
    "My pleasure." Kevin smiled. "You've been most helpful."
    A young bellman appeared at the counter. He was wearing a dark jacket with tails, a white shirt with a black bow tie, and white gloves.
    "Please show young Mr. McCallister to his room," Ms. Acivedo said, handing the bellman a key.
    "This way, sir." The bellman picked up the travel bag and backpack.
    Cool, Kevin thought as he slid a stick of Juicy Fruit gum into his mouth and followed the bellman to an elevator. Seconds later they stepped out onto one of the upper floors. Kevin followed the bellman down the hall and into a large suite overlooking Central Park.
    This is great! Kevin smiled as he walked across the living room and looked into the bedroom. Inside was a large TV, a minibar with a small refrigerator, and a bed that looked bigger than the one his parents had at home.
    Kevin grinned. A huge bed, all for me!
    He opened the refrigerated minibar. Inside was an assortment of drinks and snacks. Kevin smiled. How convenient!
    Next he pushed open the bathroom door. Inside was a whirlpool bathtub, a shower, and a smaller TV. Luxurious! And spacious!
    Kevin returned to the living room. The bellman was waiting by the door.
    "Is the temperature all right for you, sir?" the bellman asked.
    "It's okay," Kevin said.
    "You know that there's a second door out to the hall from the bedroom in case you want to go out that way."
    "Uh, thanks," Kevin replied. He sensed that the bellman was stalling, but he couldn't figure out why.
    "You know how the TV works?" the bellman asked.
    "I'm ten years old," Kevin said. "TV is my life."
    "Of course." The bellman smiled. "Did you know that the hotel rents movies? Dial seventy-seven and they'll send up a catalog."
    "Okay, great," Kevin said. But the bellman still didn't move from the door. Kevin didn't understand it.
    "Well . . ." The bellman rubbed his thumb against his fingers. Kevin remembered the skycap doing that at O'Hare Airport. Now he understood. The man wanted a tip. Kevin reached into his shirt, pulled out a stick of Juicy Fruit and gave it to him.
    "And there's a lot more where that came from," he said with a wink.
    "Uh, thank you, sir." The bellman smiled crookedly and left.
    Since the Plaza was a luxury hotel, Kevin decided to investigate the amenities. After a rigorous cannonball session in the pool, he retired to the men's locker room to take some steam. Inside the steam room was a wooden three-tiered bench. Wrapped in a fluffy white towel, Kevin climbed up to the third tier and relaxed. Everything was going quite wonderfully until two men entered the steam room and took seats below him. The room was so cloudy that Kevin had only seen the tops of their heads. He doubted they'd even noticed him.
    "I tell you," one of them said. "The marketing director over at Skilling and Ross is pretty great-looking."
    "I know who you're talking about," said the other. "She's . . ."
    "Excuse me," Kevin quickly interrupted. "If you guys are going to use bad words, I'll have to leave. I promised my grandmother I'd never listen to that kind of talk."
    "Sorry," the first man said. "We didn't know you were in here."
    "It's okay," Kevin replied.
    "So, uh . . . you see the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center this year?" the second man asked the first.
    "Yeah," said the first. "It's bigger than ever."
    They chatted for a few minutes more. Then the steam momentarily parted and Kevin caught a glimpse of something that puzzled him. "Uh, excuse me again."
    The men turned