Dominic
Elliott takes Eloise back to the restaurant parking lot where she left her car, which happens to be on the way home. I beat Eloise home by about 5 minutes, having started boiling a kettle of water on the stove to make her a tea and myself an instant coffee. When she walks through the door I ask her what kind of tea she would like and she asks for sleepy-time blueberry. We both remember drinking this tea before bed when we were children. She bypasses me and heads straight into the guest bedroom to unpack her clothes. Frowning, I follow her. Her suitcase has already exploded all over the bed.
"Eloise," I say. "Why don't you move the rest of your stuff into my room? I think some of it has snuck its way in there already."
"I don't want to take up all of your space," she responds ab
