tower motel excerpt 31 dec 19

Anyway, I asked how many units they’d rented, and she said three, but that two were Rabbits, and that she and Bill had done up those rooms in the night. I never catch on to jokes very fast, and that one went about a mile over my head, so I asked how a rabbit got to be a customer. She laughed and said she’d forgot to explain about Rabbits. It was a word Bill had invented for people who rented a room for an hour or two or three of sex. Rabbits breed like a flash, you know, so he’d thought it was a funny way to refer to that kind of customer. He even had names for the regular Rabbits. Mustang Rabbit was a guy who drove one, and the kind of car he had was the first thing Bill noticed about a person. Thursday Rabbit was a guy who came only on Thursday nights, and Rose Rabbit always arrived in a van marked with the name of a florist about twenty miles off. I thought that was pretty risky, but people around here don’t travel a whole lot, so I guess he figured he was safe from getting spotted.