A long warm bath did wonders for my fatigue, and it helped ease the soreness.
in my ankle...at least a little. Until I tried to stand on it.
I nearly fell over in the bathroom. But once I regained my balance and relied
more on my left foot, I managed to dry my hair and get dressed without further
incident. Just before 7:30 p.m., according to a large seaman’s clock on the wall
across from the bed, a sharp knock resounded from the other side of my door.
“Who is it?”
“It is me, Garvan.”
“Garvan?”
“Yes. I am here to escort you to dinner,” he replied. “I assume you are ready.
to leave your room?”
I looked around me, just to be sure, and yes, he was correct. Even my makeup
and lipstick were done, and I had already collected my billfold that held my
driver’s license and student I.D.
