Who: Fern and Edward/Henry What: Getting Lysol, because this place stinks. (Terrible pun intended.) Where: 103 When: After this Warnings: …to be edited as needed.
Fern had followed the tip-off on the elevator – it hardly mattered as she planned on using the stairs anyway - making it down the stairs in record time. Free cleaning products weren’t anything to be turned down and the person in room 105. For all she knew, it was a trick to just make her more irate.
Frankly, she wouldn’t put that past anyone.
Pushing a strand of hair back from her face, she knocked on the door. Her nose wrinkled as she waited for the door to be answered. Even if garlic wasn’t on her list of things she hated, it was going to be now.