I could never let a stranger sleep in the loft – #fridayfiction
Ophelia assures Annie the room will be available. “I seldom have visitors for both rooms.”
“Then why sleep in the upstairs loft?” Annie asks. “Wouldn’t it be easier on your leg to use one of the downstairs rooms?”
“I suppose it would be,” Ophelia answers, but her words carry no promise of change.
Annie reasons it is the thought of losing the income from the second room that worries Ophelia.
“If you have more than one visitor, you could have the second person use the loft,” she suggests.
“Oh, I could never let a stranger sleep in the loft,” Ophelia replies. “That’s where my memories are.”
Annie takes this to mean the collection of items Ophelia calls her treasures, the objects from which she gleans the long-forgotten memories of other people.
“You could bring your things downstairs,” she suggests. “I’ll help you move them.”
Ophelia laughs. It is a warm sound that seems to smooth the lines crisscrossing her face. “You can’t move the memory of Edward. He’s up there with me.”