Jeannie nodded enthusiastically. “I do love art. And I am interested to see what has been brought here. There are people here from other times and other places. Do you think there is art from strange places too? Would that not be interesting to see?”
She was not entirely sure what to make of the confession that Betty had died too. But not gotten better. She seemed very much alive, so that was quite confusing to Jeannie. Not that she wanted the very polite lady not to be alive, she was just uncertain how she had died but not gotten better. Had she not experienced the same thing that the rest of them had?
Jeannie was not sure how to ask that without sounding rude, however. Perhaps if they spent more time together, she would think of a way. “Would you like to join me? Please? Things are always more fun with company, do you not think so?”