And these were cotton! What was going on? If Flora had dressed him without waking him, he really had been exhausted! He eased the door open and listened.And these were cotton! What was going on? If Flora had dressed him without waking him, he really had been exhausted! He eased the door open and listened. Nothing. Then a door thumped, very close. He froze, listening to footsteps in the hall - they sounded like women's heels. He peered out and saw Flora carrying a tray, walking away down the hall. At least, it LOOKED like Flora. She at least, was dressed normally. Normal that is, for this household. She wore a black and white French maid's uniform that looked suspiciously like latex, and skyscraper-heeled pumps of very shiny black patent leather. He watched her delicious legs recede down the staircase, then glanced across the hall, and stepped quickly to the opposite door. No sound came from inside. "Mandy!" he hissed, not wanting to alert Flora. Nothing. He tapped the door, very softly. Nothing. He opened the door as quietly as he could. When he had the door almost all the way open, he saw Mandy, lying asleep on the bed amid still more ordinary cotton bedclothes - odd! A tray with a pitcher of water and a glass on it sat on the bedside table. When a soft voice said, "Shh! Don't wake her!" behind him, he nearly jumped out of his skin! He whirled to see Flora standing, her shoes held in her hand, behind him. She reached past him to shut the door quietly before she began her tirade. "Now just what do you think you're doing out of bed?" she hissed. |