Benny and I opted to sleep together in my room. Even together, the bed was too big for two people. “Do beds get bigger than king-sized,” I asked him as I stared up at the darkened ceiling.
“Apparently,” he said. “Maybe the king who owned this one was on the double-wide side.”
I nodded and sidled in closer to him. I continued staring up. Thirty minutes later, Benny was lightly snoring, and I was still wide awake. I was nervous about the day that lay ahead, about what the future held for me. Or didn’t. The help was bound to the manor; did I want the same for me if it came to that? Did I have a choice if it came to that?
I got up. It was well past midnight. I walked into the hallway in my boxers and T-shirt. The mansion was deathly silent, crypt-like. Did mansions have rats and cockroaches
