Leela looked like a short version of her mother. Petite as her mother had been when Madison was a child. She remembered playing with Leela during her summers here. The two women hugged. For a moment, Madison felt the warm tug of home.
“Are you hungry?" Leela asked.
“Yes. Do we have time to freshen up? I'd love to clean off the travel grime," said Madison.
“Of course. I fixed up your old room for you." She observed Q. “And your guest will like the room across the hall."
Leela studied Q and Madison.
“That's perfect Leela. Thank you." She turned to Q. “I'll show you the way."
They traversed stone steps up to a sprawling second floor. Madison opened the door for Q. “This is yours. You have an adjoining bath. Shall I meet you in a half an hour?"
“Thanks."
He went into the bedroom then
