June perched herself up on the armrest of the aged leather sofa, resting her cane across her lap. She listened as Sam approached the ladder, one step on a rung, then another, and another. Listening so closely was an instinct to her now that she didn't have use of her sight. It was that acute hearing that told her a few bits of information at this moment:
-Sam was at the top of the ladder, about to grab the book
-Someone was walking in an adjacent room
-And there was movement below their feet, which was strange because like most of New Orleans, this plantation didn't have a basement.
Writing it off as just another quirk of the home, she took a deep breath and relaxed.
"It's June. Did you get the book?" She closed her eyes and smiled for a moment, waiting for him to look at the cover. Etched into the hard surface was 'Property of Mr. Holt'
"Anelie always tells me the names in the guest book and I remembered a former guest with the same last name left that behind a couple years ago. It's of no use to me, for obvious reasons." June laughed lightly, waving a hand in front of her face to gesture she couldn't read it. "Figured you'd get a kick out of it. Now if you'll excuse me, I should go see how dinner is coming along. Oh! And... um... Mr. Holt. You and the other guests would be wise to lock your doors at night. See you in a bit."
Adele left Sam to his own devises. If he checked the book he'd notice it was a journal, but only the first page was filled out. It said 'Today I start a new journal along with a new adventure. I think someone here at the Rising Sun is going through my belongings while I'm out. They won't be able to read this one, see:'
The rest of the book was blank, but the pages seemed well worn, not like a new unused journal should be.
June started to walk down the hall when she noticed someone shuffling around the front desk.
"Hello? Someone there?" June ran her hand along the wall so she could find her way there without tripping over something. "Would you like a room? I believe room 202 is open."
She handed Odette the large skeleton key and smiled.
"There's something wrong with the flue in the fireplace, so I don't recommend you try to use it, unless you'd like your room filled with smoke. But in this weather I doubt anyone would want to start a fire. Dinner is served in an hour, and don't worry, I won't be making it. Not since that time I confused sugar with rat poisoning." June snickered. Blind jokes were her forte "Just kidding."