“So, it’s just this room?”
“And the bedroom over there,” she pointed to the door on the far wall. “Kat and I used to share it, when she was here.”
He gave the bedroom a quick inspection, then returned to her, frowning. “I can’t say I expected anything different.”
What did he mean by that?
She stared around, realizing only then what her master saw. The piled laundry, the mess of papers on the small eating table, and in one corner her stabs at a new painting, that wasn’t working out too well. Then there was the stack of mail on the counter, which he quickly thumbed through, while she stared at him, wincing.
“It’s a mess, isn’t it?” she spoke before he could comment.
“Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And I suppose that includes your finances?” he nodded at the stack of unpaid bills.
