Alice heard giggles and voices in the hallway outside her room and knew that the girls were keen to start their day. She readied to join them, sitting down at the small dressing table to pass a comb through her hair, still voluminous and black, although a little grey was creeping in about the temples. She put on the necklace Alice had given her, a single string of pearls that rested nicely above the bodice of her dress.
An hour must have passed since she saw Foster heading off in a towel. She had waited, enjoying the late summer sun streaming in the window, heating the room. He hadn"t returned from wherever he had taken himself off to. She eyed his swimming trunks, drying on the back of a chair, and presumed he hadn"t gone for a swim. Then why wrap himself in only a towel? With a parting
