Now She Doesn't

They return to room ten, and its three single beds.

It's been a long day, says Margaret. I think I'll turn in right away.

Me too, says Katherine. But first, we should choose which bed we're having.

Which one are you having Gaius? asks Margaret.

Whichever one's left, says Gaius.

Have the one next to the window, says Terence. 

Very well, says Gaius. 

I'll take the one in the middle, says Margaret.

Next to him! says Terence. 

I could take it, says Katherine.

It matters little to me, says Gaius. I sleep soundly.

Margaret goes off to the bathroom, with her toothbrush and pyjamas.

Katherine sits on the bed near the door, awaiting her turn.

Gaius takes the black pen out of his pocket and strokes the tip with his finger.

Is it working? asks Terence.

No, says Gaius. I need something like a wedge of lemon.

You're in luck, Gaius, says Katherine.

She hands him a wedge of lemon.

Where did that come from? asks Gaius.

Your surf and turf, says Katherine. I thought, as we were leaving the restaurant, that it might fix the pen.

Most ingenious, Katherine, says Gaius. 

He pokes the tip of the black pen into the wedge of lemon.

And tries it again on his finger.

Let's see! says Terence.

Gaius shows him the squiggle he has drawn with the pen.

Yippee! cries Terence.

Margaret comes out of the bathroom, smelling nice.

Gaius has fixed the pen, says Katherine.

Well done, says Margaret.

Katherine had the presence of mind to save a wedge of lemon, says Gaius.

Did she? says Margaret. I didn't see lemon wedges on our dinner.

It was on GAIUS'S! says Terence.

Margaret raises her eyebrows.

Katherine picks up her pyjamas and heads to the bathroom.

Well night-night, says Margaret, getting into her bed in the middle.

Good night Margaret, says Gaius. I hope I don't disturb you when I get into bed.

I shall be fast asleep, says Margaret.

So you won't see him in his pyjamas, says Terence.

She wouldn't anyway, says Gaius. I didn't bring pyjamas.

Yikes, says Terence. Are you going to sleep in your undies?

No, says Gaius.

He doesn't want Margaret to think he plans to sleep in his undies.

And now she doesn't.