A pounding on the door drew Sydney out of a deep sleep. She groaned and rolled over to see the clock. The time read nine thirty in the morning. What? She dragged herself out of bed and padded bare foot to the door. Jessie was standing on the stoop with two large take-out coffees.
What?“Sorry, Jess. I slept in.”
Jessie handed her a cup and followed her back inside. “No wonder. We moved a lot of stuff into the farmhouse yesterday. But we still have time to get you out of here and make the delivery of your furniture at eleven this morning.”
Sydney curled up in the easy chair and sipped her coffee. “I"m happy I was able to get most of the furniture at the same store. All I need is the right dining table to seat my residence clients. Big enough for twelve people. I want old country, somethin
