on Saturday, sipping chamomile tea in the dark, wondering if she needed to do something practical in her new capacity as landlady, perhaps draw up a bathroom schedule or something that made her look as if she were capable and in charge of this house that was newly brimming with strangers, but she realized that such a schedule would be pointless. Matt had his own shower room, she had her own en suite, and Allegra preferred to attend to her toilette in the downstairs bathroom, which Nick had squeezed a shower into for when he came back from his runs and sometimes when he got in very late at night and didn’t want to disturb Ellen. As for the main bathroom, Charlie so seldom went near it voluntarily that Sabine might as well have called it her own. Still, Ellen felt that there was something she should be doing, rather than merely sitting back and letting these people simply be here. It was just that she couldn’t think of anything, and perhaps that was a blessing, because she had the distinct feeling that working for Allegra Howard was going to take up an awful lot of her time.
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