– I left the house keys in the living room. And I forgot to tell you, if you get cold, there's an electric fireplace in your bedroom. Do you know how to switch it on? I can show you.
– No, thanks, I have one just like it at home» I lied hastily, laughing in my heart at his concern: I'll never freeze!
– That's it, then . I'll go» he said hesitantly, looking at me intently.
– Go on, they're probably waiting for you. – I wanted Harry to go away and leave me alone.
– Yeah… By the way, the hot water runs 24/7 and our house is serviced by a postman. – Harry finally started walking towards his car.
– Thanks, I'll take care of it. Goodbye, Harry. – I quickly walked into the house and closed the door behind me.
«What a tedious fellow! Very nice, though» I thought.
I remembered the business card and ran my eyes over it: «Harry Smith. Lawyer.»
«Lawyer? Doesn't look like it» – I tossed the business card carelessly on the table and started sorting through my bags.
As I pulled all my belongings out of my bags and placed them in relative order around my new home, I immediately remembered Harry's mocking words about the number of bags. He was right: my clothes and shoes didn't fit in the large wardrobe of the bedroom I'd chosen for myself, but I moved them to the wardrobe of the next bedroom, which was right behind mine, so I didn't have to run far, and my shoes were lined up in the hallway. As the sweet unpacking came to an end, I glanced at the little clock, which looked more like a vase hanging on the wall, and it appeared that I had been up late into the night-the little hand pointed to three o'clock.
Suddenly I thought of Maria's rule: «Always switch off the lights at night» and I switched off all the lamps and lampshades in the house one by one. The house was dark, but not for me: my eyesight allowed me to see even a needle in the darkest darkness, and since the yellow light of the lantern outside the window illuminated the streets and, through the windows, part of the house, it was quite bright.
Tomorrow I would have to go to the seamstress and order a college robe, some white blouses, black skirts, and a black ribbon around my neck, like an Oxford tie. And then all this will have to be thrown home and go to the post office (what if the letter managed to reach Oxford in such a short time?). And it is necessary not to miss the parcel from Warsaw, so important for me – my relatives have provided me with «humanitarian aid» and sent me a large container with donor blood, which I will feed on until I go out on the first hunt of my life. And about that… I decided that I was definitely not going to hunt anytime soon: first, I had to get used to the mortal way of life.