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36 SNOWBOUND
students! And here she’d gone to sleep vowing to keep
them out of their host’s hair.
No slippers, but she’d left her borrowed wool socks
on. Fiona paused to peer in the mirror and shuddered.
She’d scare the kids.
No choice. She needed the bathroom, and now.
Raucous laughter came from one of the girls’ rooms
followed by someone shushing.
“Hey,” she said, flapping a hand as she went by.
“The bathtub is so-o amazing,” Tabitha called after
her. “Mr. Fallon said it was okay to use as much hot
water as we wanted.”
The idea of sinking into a deep tub of hot water was
irresistible. On the other hand, putting on dirty clothes
when she got out was less appealing.
Water splashed the floor in the bathroom and toothbrushes,
hairbrushes and makeup were scattered over
the counter. Dirty clothes were heaped in a corner. Fiona
gazed at the pile wide-eyed. Had John Fallon come up
with more clothes…?
Then she spotted the neat pile of folded laundry on
the slatted shelving unit beside the towels. As if in a
dream, she investigated. There were her jeans and yesterday’s
socks, neatly rolled. He’d washed and dried
their clothes last night.
“I’m going to marry him,” she said out loud.
If he had a clean shirt she could borrow, she could
leave off her panties and handwash them. She could
have that bath.
Realizing she hadn’t looked outside yet, she went
to the window. Beyond the eaves, snow still fell and