Zooey Pinkerton- A Daughter's Right - Plot & Excerpts
It was large with icy white lace curtains and a bare wooden floor - save for a violet threadbare square of carpet lying next to the single bed. The bed had clean linen and a heavy, handmade quilt, folded up in the centre of the mattress. To finish off the décor, there was an old dresser with a cracked mirror in the corner. “There's a wash up table, some towels, and a basin in that closet if you like. Used to be my wife's room before she passed on. Hope it's alright for you, Zooey.” “It's fine, Charlie. Thank you again for this. I appreciate it.” Charlie tipped his hat and smiled. “My pleasure. I'll leave a pot of coffee and a bowl of grits outside the door. You try and get some sleep.” When Charlie finally left the room, she sighed heavily. Daybreak was only an hour away and the room was cast with dark grey shadows. Not bothering to light a lamp, Zooey kicked off her boots, hung up her coat, and made the bed. She stripped down to her undergarments and crawled in between the cool cotton sheets.
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