Ruby Spencer packed her luggage and dragged the suitcase into the living room, then called her assistant.
The housekeeping lady came at the scheduled time to cook meals and clean.
It seemed like the neighbors were getting ready to walk their dogs, two cheerful corgis barking happily.
Voices, the sound of the extractor fan, the clinking of porcelain bowls, barking, and chaotic footsteps... This morning seemed to truly start now.
The noise made Jane McCain feel the passage of time.
This feeling was good, very good. The sun rises as usual, life goes on, time pushes her steps forward, always moving, until she steps out of the shadows.
But if everything quiets down, she would feel a fear of being trapped in a mire.
Jane McCain came out of the room and sat by the table to have breakfast, Ruby Spencer had just finished her call and put away her phone before joining breakfast.
"Where are you going again? Didn't you just fly back from France a few days ago?" Jane asked her.
