“Oh, I would have gotten those.”
Already the environment friendly Brenna had unloaded her luggage and hauled it into the foyer. “You’ve received to be geared up to drop after your travels. I’ll get your matters upstairs. I imagine you’ll favor Old Maude’s room, it’s pleasant, then we’ll put the kettle on so you can have some tea and I’ll start your fire. It’s a damp day.”
As she spoke she carried Jude’s two giant suitcases up the stairs as if they had been empty. Wishing she’d spent more time in the gym, Jude accompanied with her tote, her laptop, and her portable printer.
Brenna showed her two bedrooms, and she was once right—Old Maude’s, with its view of the the front gardens, used to be the greater pleasant. But Jude received only a hazy impression, for one look at the bed and she su
