Rose slept hard once she fell asleep.
Abby woke her as she entered the salon in the morning, holding two coffee cups in her hands. “Rose? You okay?” she asked as the woman stirred on the couch.
“Um, yeah.” Rose yawned loudly as she sat up. She wiped her eyes and looked at Abby.
“Coffee?” she asked, placing a cup on the table nearby.
“Yes, wonderful. Thank you.” She reached for the brew.
“Did you sleep all right?” Abby asked, sitting across from the woman.
“Very sound. The couch is comfy,” she replied with a smile.
“Good. I was afraid the storm would keep you awake.”
“I got used to it.” Rose sipped her coffee and smiled. “I’ve slept in worse conditions.”
“I guess you have. My doorstep can’t be that great,” Abby said ruefully.
“But it’s safe. And kind of you to offer it.”
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