Greta's Correct Theory

When August awoke the next day to sun streaming in the windows, she didn't see Graeme in the room. Walking out onto the deck in the clothes she wore the day before, she saw Greta sitting in a lounge chair next to the large tree branch that jutted out from a hole in the deck to spread its leaves above the pool area.

"Hi, Greta," August spoke weakly.

"Good morning, you. How are you feeling?" Greta turned to face her with a relaxed smile.

"I'm quite tired," August replied honestly.

"Hmmm. No doubt because of all the excitement yesterday," Greta replied, rising from the chair and checking August's cheeks and forehead with the back of one hand. "You feel a little warm. It's best if you stick close to the house today and rest." August nodded, and Greta continued. "Graeme went to get some things from the market, and I wanted to check on you anyway. I didn't want to wake you."

"Okay," August said. "I'm just going to go change," she added, pointing behind her to the bathroom.