It took half an hour, but we finally made it to Bransworth’s house, a charming one-story structure with tons of flowers surrounding the deck out front.
“I’d love to see this in the daylight,” I said as I followed him inside.
“Oh, it’s wonderful. You’ll love it. And the smell is glorious.” He led me to the kitchen and had me sit at the table. “I’ll give you a beer while I cook. Or would you prefer to shower now, so after we eat, you can go straight to bed?”
I watched as he pulled out a pot to put on the stove and grabbed a box of some kind from the cabinet. “I’ll go clean up. Er, clothes?”
He smiled. “There’s only one bedroom in this house. It’s at the back. You’ll find something that’ll probably fit you in the bottom of the chest of drawers.”
I left my backpack on the floor beside my
