Where am I?
Sleep-addled, I see low embers, their glow a mere crack amid white ashes behind a fireguard. A side-light casts a sort of light over where I'm sitting in an armchair.
A blanket covers my lap....
Beth....
.... And Richard....
This is when you find out who your friends are....
My neck is stiff, but I'm warm and otherwise comfortable.
And I think of the empty bed in my room....
I'll stay here for the night....
*****
.... And I blink open to a maid swishing open curtains. Brilliant sunlight casts across me and for a moment I hold a hand over my eyes while I adjust.
"Morning, Mr Alexanders. I wasn't sure if you would prefer tea or coffee, so I brought both." She nods down to a tray by my side with both tea and coffee pots, milk, cream and lemon. A glass of water sits by a
