I crossed the foyer and rushed up the stairs. Gran's room was the only one not crowding the upper part of the Lady. She'd claimed she chose sleeping on its "belly"-meaning the ground floor-to keep a comfortable temperature in the room, because heat and humidity was something she simply couldn't cope with. It was especially bad during summer when the roof soaked up the bright sunlight and squeezed it out into the house, transforming it into our own personal oven. She'd even wanted to migrate to the Lady's feet-meaning the basement-and shape it into her own cool heaven, but the stairs were a pain in the ass and fixing them meant time and hassle.
She had thick skin, and a cold and fresh milieu to sleep in was her delight-German genes, I guessed.
I reached the end of the hall, pushed open th
