Jean led Peter into the house, through the many narrow archways and into the dining room. She sat at one end of the table and motioned for Peter to copy. She then began to eat. “Uh Jean?” said Peter. “Yes?”she replied, raising her brows in expectance. That was when she noticed Peter’s empty plate and goblet. “So silly of me.”she quickly added before clapping twice. “Smithers!”she called, thus bringing Smithers rushing in with a special, long knife. He cut out a slice of the delicious roast duck and placed it on Peter’s plate. Peter delightedly began to hack away at his slice, much to the displeasure of Jean. Yet she made no comment and proceeded with her own meal. After a while they found themselves having finished desert as well. Jean, being the kind person she was, offered Peter a shelter for the night. Upon Peter’s consent she had him shown into the best guest room. This room had a magnificent view of the sea and the sunset was best seen from there. Then she departed for her own room. That night, the two had a wonderful rest, for all was well.”BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP.” Jean’s eyelids fluttered open to the sound of her alarm. She groaned, sat up, stretched, and fumbled around for the off button on her alarm clock. Yawning, she slipped off the bed, slipped on her slippers and exited the room. She walked down the stairs and the right, into the living room.
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