My grandparents came home just after nine that evening and after telling me about all the fantastic art they had seen and the food they ate they went to bed. I waited an hour and then listened close to their bedroom door. I could only hear my grandfather snoring so I figured it was safe to leave.
I called room service and left an order for the next morning, making sure the young man on the other line understood that I wanted tea with my eggs and toast.
I changed into a pair of jeans and a thick sweater. It had begun to snow again and I could see the flakes whirling around outside the window. I was restless and walked around my room with the door closed. I thought about calling Brad but thought he might notice something strange in my voice and begin to ask questions. I changed the s
