Living as primitively as I have for the past three years, I feel out of place. I follow Virginia to a downstairs bedroom with adjoining bath that is bigger than the whole cabin had been in Montana. In the center of the room is a huge king size bed draped in a royal blue down comforter. The walls are painted snow white. The windows are covered with draperies in a royal blue and white print in an abstract design. An antique rocker sits in the corner with a light blue afghan thrown over the arm. The adjoining bathroom has snow white marble walls and floors and royal blue towels and accents. "Here we go," says Virginia. "Barry told us you and Melanie are about the same size so she left you a pair of jeans and a blouse. If they don't fit, let us know and we will find something else. We weren't sure about your shoe size, what size do you wear?" "Seven. This is so nice, thank you," I reply. "You're welcome dear. If you will give me all of your sizes, I'll send to town tomorrow and get you more things.
