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and strung them together with chains.  As she got closer to the stairs, she smiled, realizing the stairs were made of uneven pieces of wood which had been sanded, strung together with industrial chains, and stabilized so that when you walked, they did not move.
    As she reached the landing, she noticed five doors. The one to her immediate right must be her room.  To the left, directly across from her was a masculine bedroom.  Curiosity propelled her forward and the room that butted against hers was a woman’s room, sitting adjacent from a media viewing area. 
Odd.
Why would anyone want a television viewing area in a hallway
?  There were shelves with all the latest movies, video games, a video game console, a flat screen television, and eight comfortable chairs.  The next door was a linen closet set next to a set of spiral stairs that emptied into the kitchen.  The last room, sat at a weird angle with the door in the center of the wall. 
This room must belong to him and W.E. Devons
.  She would not look in and invade their private space.
    She tiptoed back to her room and slowly opened the door.  Elsie squealed in delight.  Never had she seen such a lovely room.  The room was so romantic with soft gray walls and rich brocades in the draperies.  The plush velvet piping on the bedding that had been folded back revealing a delicately stitched Matelassé gray coverlet that covered the queen size bed.  There were at least three pillows and two bolsters in varying hues of gray, purple and one in hot red.  She lay back on the bed, propping her head on the pillows, and felt like a princess – a princess who had a purple dog bed by the bathroom with a matching watering bowl for Champ!  She turned her head to the right and spotted the bathroom.  She was uncertain if the bathrooms were shared with the room next to hers but there was only one way to find out.
    She bounded from the bed and first peered into the closet to find all the new clothing she had purchased hung, sorted and organized.  She checked the dresser drawers and found the new packs of underwear she had been purchased had been opened, washed, folded and placed neatly in the drawers.  At this point she assumed there was a housekeeper that she had to meet and explain that she didn’t need her washing her things or waiting on her – there would be no more of that nonsense.              Finally working her way to the bathroom, Elsie’s breath escaped her when she saw the plush purple throw rugs, the matching shower curtains, and the dressing table full of atomizers, cotton balls, and frilly stuff for her face and skin.  Half of the product in the cabinet she had never heard of and was afraid to try, but this… this was a haven for a woman to call a retreat.  She had to give a special thank you to whoever decorated this room for her.  This in itself was worth the price of admission.  She would ease her way in slowly, cause no waves, do a great job, and try to get hired on with Davonshire House.

    Wilfred collared Champ and showed the dog how to enter and exit the back door.  Satisfied with how quickly the dog learned, he added some water and Kibble to his bowl, only to find the animal had fallen asleep on his new dog pad. Was he narcoleptic as Elsie had previously said?  Or maybe the poor fella was just overly tired from the trip?  He remembered Lancelot out front and knew he was ready for some oats and a rub down.
     There was still about an hour before dinner, so he locked the front door and rode Lancelot back to the stables.  He gave the horse some fresh oats while he rubbed him down and returned his riding gear to the tack room. 
     The golf carts had begun to arrive at the house and the teams were all coming to the hacienda to meet the newest member of the household.  Wilfred hadn’t invited
any
of them to the house and the nosy buzzards were just coming to take a gander at the lady and watch him squirm.  He would have the last