*Oliver*
When I return to the residence, I find her in the main room, sitting on the floor beside the fireplace, already working to mend the fabric. There is a homey feel that has never been part of this dwelling. It is a bit disconcerting, making me think that at long last I can find the peace that I’ve come here seeking.
She glances up. “Your brother is a bit of a scamp.”
“He is that.” I admit.
“And you’re wet.”
I look down at my sodden trousers. I’ve left my boots just inside the doorway. “I shoved him…” at her eyes widening, I decide an amendment is in order, “… his boat into the water. I won’t be long.”
After dashing up the stairs, I’m surprised to find the bed set to rights. I seldom bother to make the bed because I’d only unmake it later.
Nothing about the room seems the sam
