The first time I meet Stephanie, the only part of her I see is her hand. Its knobby digits poke through the slats of the cheap blinds that cover the window of her room at the Travel Budget Inn Motel on Federal Highway in Hollywood. The hand appears for a minute, along with a shadow that I believe is Stephanie. Room 242 is, after all, registered under her name, and hers is the only voice I've heard whenever I've called. Our conversations usually go... More >>>