The manager was an art fan and once she mentioned she was part of the group from Bartholomew’s Woods, he wanted to know all about Raphael and Asher. He also asked her if she wanted a goldfish for her room. Juliet stared at him until she recalled that the inn was pet-friendly and would supply you with a pet if you didn’t have one of your own. The goldfish would have been entertainment—and probably food—for Marley, but since she was alone, Juliet declined the distraction. Her room was done in a kind of rustic Victorian style that was comfortable and warm and inoffensively bland, and what flaws there were, like too small a closet, were easy to ignore. Further proof that her luck had changed for the better, she also caught room service right before the kitchen shut down and they promised her the cheeseburger she had been craving for the last fifty miles. She ate it and most of the fries too. Though physically exhausted, she found that sleep was far away, and knowing that Darby had nocturnal habits she decided to give her a call before retiring to count sheep.
