Somehow Rock had worked his way into the Country Club of Little Rock and all the way to the small banquet hall in back, where a former U.S. president was scheduled to address invited members and a few preferred guests. At first, Rock thought he had a chance to get away with this charade but soon noticed that everyone else who entered the hall wore formal wear. Rock, on the other hand, wore khaki slacks and an untucked polo shirt. He was in running shoes with no socks.
Before anyone asked him to leave, Rock walked out of the hall and into winding hallways that led to countless paneled rooms with dark hardwood floors and old, perfect furniture.
The problem was that he couldn't find a door to the outside. He wasn't sure there was one. At some point, he knew he would have to ask someone for directions, which sounded awful.
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