Three Days Later
"Is that the last box?" Gwen was rounding the back of my Jeep, her hands full of bags from my passenger seat.
"Yup, that's the last of it." I slammed the hatch, following Gwen up the bricked path to her front door. "This place is beautiful," I murmured, stepping carefully into the foyer of the older house.
"Yes, practically a living antique as they say. Here's where you can stay for the time being." She waved her hand into the empty room at the end of the hall that sported a plant, a couch, and a stereo. "Sorry I don't have more to offer you, but I hope we can make it comfortable for now." She dropped the bags onto the couch, her maxi dress swirling around her ankles with her fluid movements. "Would you like something to drink? I have Cajun-lemon-pepper water, or raspbe
