“Well, we’ll have to fix that,” he said, turning and heading up the stairs before I could ask him what he meant. “Come on, I’ll show you your room, and then we can figure out what you need.” I followed him up the light pine staircase. It had a railing so you could look down into the living room and at the front door. There were three doors in the hallway; one on the left, one directly ahead, and an open door that looked like the bathroom. Without turning around, he pointed out the left door with his thumb.
