Unexpected Detour

Jared’s car needed a new part, one that wouldn’t arrive until morning. We checked into a bed and breakfast, all wallpaper and chintz, with creepy dolls on every shelf, and a proprietor named Dawn who stayed slightly too close as she led us through the house. She asked us to remove our shoes and warned us that the toilet wasn’t great. “Call down to me if you need a plunger,” she said. “You probably