Jet and his mom said that the cleanup could wait ‘til morning, so he grabbed my hand and led me to his room on the lobby level toward the back of the building. Bambi was being spoiled by the guests and gave no thought to where her favorite humans had disappeared. Good, that.
When Jet closed the door to his room behind us, I took my time looking everything over. It was done in cream and blue, the curtains, bedspread. The pillows were alternate colors. He had photographs on the walls that were images of the lake. I stood before one of them, which I found very striking.
“My mom took that photo years ago. It’s my favorite.”
“It’s lovely,” I said before sitting on the edge of the bed. I ran a hand over my hair and sighed. “I haven’t done this in a long time, Jet, so don’t expect much.”
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