The Chelsea Girls

EPILOGUE

The sound of typing draws the ghosts close, watching, nodding. The woman, their newest member, stands apart, weeping. She cries in grief because her absence is so much worse than what she’d escaped. She cries in happiness to see her friend, head bent forward, furiously typing away once again. Her friend would have forgiven her—the ghost understands that now—but it’s too late; they will not embark on this new journey together.

She cries for all the souls of the Chelsea Hotel, who climbed the stairs, opened the door, and found their way home.

As she has now.