Carriage House Porch: Tuesday Early Evening
Millie slept away most of the day and awakened feeling headachy, thirsty, and a little bit on the uncharacteristically grouchy side. Proudfoot told her Logan had brought her back to her room last night, though the conversation had been more along the lines of "Nice Logan. Brought bed. Said fine."
Which left her even more confused. Why hadn't he either brought her to his own room or stayed with her? And just how foolish had she been last night?
In any case, she'd made her way outside, sitting on the side closest to the roses, so that the fresh air and outdoors and the smell of roses could maybe wash away the rest of the strange malaise she felt. Proudfoot was there too, perched on the railing and watching for any stray birds or mice she might be able to find.
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Which left her even more confused. Why hadn't he either brought her to his own room or stayed with her? And just how foolish had she been last night?
In any case, she'd made her way outside, sitting on the side closest to the roses, so that the fresh air and outdoors and the smell of roses could maybe wash away the rest of the strange malaise she felt. Proudfoot was there too, perched on the railing and watching for any stray birds or mice she might be able to find.
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