The sun shone through her curtained window when Samantha next woke. Back up a second. Since when did she have curtains? Looking at her window, she saw that yes indeed, there were now beautiful billowy white drapes framing her window. A delighted giggle escaped as she tried to picture Sinclair balancing on a ladder to hang them. It was touching to know that he cared enough to make her living space more feminine for her. Maybe she should hint about a rug. Those cold stone floors were brutal when she had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.
Her sleepy catter yawned and stretched. She c****d her little head as she watched Samantha slowly ease herself up. This time when she stood, she didn't keel over. It was a wobbly walk to the bathroom and she needed a rest by the time she finish
