Suzanne Chandler

“Do you have any luggage?” “No,” said Fat Charlie, apologetically. “Nothing?” “Nothing. Just this lime.” He filled out several forms, and she gave him a key and directions to his room. Fat Charlie was in the bath when a knock came on the door. He wrapped a towel around his midriff. It was the bellman. “You left your lime in reception,” he said, and handed it to Fat Charlie.”
― Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys