To whom?
(Smiles, picks up the bell, does not ring it) You just did. European Hotel Confessions- Scene 1
(Returns the letter) The woman who slept in your bed the night before you arrived. She wrote to a man who was already dead. She didn’t know. We never told her. To whom
A small, dimly lit hotel lobby in Vienna. Late autumn. Rain streaks the window. An ancient elevator with a folding metal gate stands stage left. A front desk with a brass bell and a leather guest book. To whom? (Smiles
(Softly) Welcome to the Hotel Continental. Your secrets are safe here. They simply never leave.
(Pulls the crumpled letter from his pocket) I found this. Under the mattress. Not my handwriting. Not my name. But my room.