I considered her words for a moment.When she mentioned sunshine,I thought of my father. I witnessed Ms.Ledezma’s expression soften for a trice.”Well, on behalf of the staff here,not to mention Mr.Chrysanthemum as well,I welcome you to this dwelling,”she finished.”Now,if you would like to get freshened up,unpack,unwind,and get settled,then you may do so now,”the housekeeper explained.”This door opens to your room.”She opened up an oak door with a wreath of flowers on it As Istepped into the room,it looked as if I were staying at the finest hotel in Indiana,except with a bit more oldfashioned elegance.There was an oak four poster bed from which thin,soft white silk hung.Thebedding had fancy embroidery on it,consisting of subtle,elegent colors.I spotted a white fireplace and mantel with intricate designs.The walls were the palest,lightest shade of mauve I had ever seen.An oak desk and cream nightstand,along with a white divan were furniture peices in the room.The Persian rug felt soft,yet the atmosphere was dim.