Elanor looked up in the middle of her tirade just in time to see a lady in white enter. The lady looked tired, and her clothes were stained from the journey. At the sight of her, words died on Elanor's lips.
Oh, if only Miss Pio were here, Elanor thought, hurrying away to start scrubbing the counters. I always make such a mess of everything. And, as she scrubbed, she looked around for the much-needed inn keeper.
[ January 01, 2003: Message edited by: Merri ]
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