She sat in that study and set herself up, watched that builder put on the door locks and then test them inside and out and handed her the key. She nodded to him. “Thank you.”
“Do you like the room? We worked overtime on it, to have it ready before you got out of the hospital?” he asked.
She looked around the room and nodded, “The workman ship is lovely.” She told him, “You all did a fine job, have good skills I see,” she stated.
He nodded, though she saw the frown on his face as he walked away, and knew why. She’d not actually answered his question, just told him he and his men were good at their jobs was all. She didn’t care for how the room looked to be honest.
She was sitting there going over her notes for the upcoming exam tomorrow when the door opened. She really did hate not havi
