“Do you want me to help?” Hana offered and Miriam shook her head.
“No. Just stay out of the way. I’ll serve dinner for us when they’re settled.” She dragged Hana’s sleeve and pulled her into the hallway. At the reception desk, Miriam waved her arm at the girl behind the desk. Hana cringed. “We’re getting something from the office,” Miriam snapped, hurrying past and dragging Hana behind her.
They passed a set of toilets and Miriam unlocked an office, closing the door behind them. “Help yourself to a nice bath,” she said, jangling keys in a wide cupboard door. “There’s one in your room.” She turned to pat Hana’s arm. “You’ll be sore tomorrow.”
The cupboard contained all manner of goodies and Hana’s eyes bulged. From pharmacy to home wares, Miriam had it covered. “Here we are.” She reached
