Hoping everyone was resting, Rama padded downstairs in her bare feet. The kitchen was at the back of the house. Excellent, there’s a pump by the sink. Rama positioned a glass and pulled the handle. The water was warm. Rama refilled her glass and turned to take it upstairs. Dr. Brentwood stood at the bottom of the stairs with an odd look on his face. My feet! He’s seen my feet. Rama’s face flushed a deep red.
Dr. Brentwood walked past Rama without speaking, picked up his hat from the stand by the door and left the house. Rama collected herself enough to go upstairs. Dr. Bodley would have laughed, but Mrs. Brentwood was far more reserved. Rama shrugged. Nothing I can do about it now.
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