The door to the cabin swung open as an old woman stepped outside. “All the rooms are ready, dear,” she said, shuffling over in a bright pink bathrobe and fuzzy slippers to give Tora a warm embrace. What was this? Aspen was intrigued. There was someone who willingly hugged the doctor and, judging from the genuine smile on her face, appeared to actually like her? Poor thing must be suffering from dementia.
