“Lots of lovely sunshine. Get up and dressed.”
“What about you?”
“I’m already dressed, silly. Can’t you see?” She waved her hands about. “Ta-da, I’ve eaten as well. Hurry up now or there won’t be anything left.”
Katherine rose slowly. “You win, Dora. You’re always so goddamned cheerful and full of life. How doyou do it?”
“Just lucky, I guess.”
Dora flopped down on her twin bed and picked up the book on gardening she’d brought with her
* * * *
Breakfast was a strange affair. The patients woke at odd hours, wandered into the dining room singly or in pairs, grabbed something appealing from the sideboard, and scurried back to their rooms to eat their meals together or in privacy.
Hal was not in a jovial mood, especially after doing all the cooking.
In an effort to smooth over Hal’s ruffled feathers, Guy suggested they give the women a wide berth, perhaps to allow for the change in altitude that seemed to be making everyone, including himself, a bit light-headed.