Too much champagne, I think. Easing her way out of bed, she made her way to the corner of the room and, as promised, Nona had moved what she considered to be a modern commode into the room. It looked like a dining room chair with arms, but when Sophie lifted the hidden lid, she stared down at the porcelain bowl nestled inside. Still, seriously gross. She heard Christine speaking with Betty outside her door, and then a quiet knock. “Come in.” “Good morning, Sophie, how are you feeling after the late night?” Christine asked. “A little groggy but otherwise fine. How about you? What time is it?” “Nine o’clock. Is there anything you’d like to do? I’m not scheduled to volunteer today, so I can show you around if you like.” Sophie slipped a wayward lock behind her ear. “You know what I would really love to do?” “What’s that?” “Ride. I haven’t ridden a horse in a really long time, and since Nona and Michael’s stables are full of beautiful equine flesh, it seems a shame not to.”
