“Oh yes,” Rose responded, then immediately backtracked. “Well, no. Not my rooms. It’s not my house, you see. It belongs to my friend Blanche. I lived there with her and Dorothy and Sophia. They’re my best friends.”
A wave of loneliness and worry broke over her then, causing her to take a minute to collect herself. If this was a dream, it was not a very good one. At all. And if it wasn’t a dream… well that was worse.
“But they’re not here,” she finally continued. “They’re not here, but the house is. And I don’t want to let Blanche down by losing the house because I can’t pay the taxes by myself. So I need to get a roommate or two.”
She pointed to the page she’d just tacked up on the bulletin board. “That’s my ad there.”