Knock! Knock! Knock! I rapped the redwood door. A familiar man stood in front of me.
“What you want?” he snarled.
“Your brother sent me from down the road,” I explained. “He said you would be able to give me a room for five shillings.”
“Did he now?” he sneered. “Oh, alright. You can have the barn for one shilling.”
“Thank you, kind sir.”
“Follow me,” he suggested as he walked past me to the side of the house. “You coming?” he asked, looking back and seeing me still standing there.
“Oh. Yes.” I stopped staring into space and followed the elderly man to the barn.
“Here you all are.” He paused, showing us the “cozy” barn. “Breakfast is at five o’clock. If you’re late, no food.”
“Thank you.” I thanked the man once again.
“What you want?” he snarled.
“Your brother sent me from down the road,” I explained. “He said you would be able to give me a room for five shillings.”
“Did he now?” he sneered. “Oh, alright. You can have the barn for one shilling.”
“Thank you, kind sir.”
“Follow me,” he suggested as he walked past me to the side of the house. “You coming?” he asked, looking back and seeing me still standing there.
“Oh. Yes.” I stopped staring into space and followed the elderly man to the barn.
“Here you all are.” He paused, showing us the “cozy” barn. “Breakfast is at five o’clock. If you’re late, no food.”
“Thank you.” I thanked the man once again.
