I had found Clarissa pacing back and front by the fountain that evening, clearly restless. At around 11 at night, she was usually in bed, fast asleep, so seeing her wide awake at that hour was disconcerting.
“Clarissa?” I called out as I slowly walked down the steps. Even though I had spoken softly, it made her jump.
“Oh, it’s you, Miss Shay,” she breathed out. She was obviously tired and antsy, but she looked at me with concern and asked, “Are you having difficulties sleeping? Would you like something warm to drink?’
I pulled my cardigan to my chest. The wind that night was too chilly for comfort. “No, thank you. I was just thirsty, so I came down to get some water.” In fact, I had gone out of my room to sneak into the museum, but as I passed the main hall, I saw the door open and Clar
