Stella took the room next to the biggest one, it still had a good view, but only of the lake, whereas the larger room had a view of the lake and the town, which she had no doubt would light up during the night, reflections twinkling on the waters. She had no doubt that the larger room had been one used by Anton, and probably his late wife. Somehow, it felt wrong to just crash it. She neatly unpacked one of her carry on's until her stomach growled and she hurried to the small bathroom across the hall, the larger bedroom had an ensuite bathroom with jetted tub. She had stared at it, wondering if she and Anton would end up in there. The image at once feeling very exciting and somehow utterly strange. Had she come to terms with the fact that they weren't meant for each other? But then why had he kissed her so passionately? No, she must be mistaken, he had not just kissed her once like that but several times, no one kisses like that unless there is some interest.  In her little bathroom she spread out her few items, since she would be the only one using it, and freshened up. When it came to makeup she was a minimalist by nature, although working at the Jazz bar had required her to become accustomed to adding more than she had previously. Did Anton like make up on a woman? She had seen a few images of Evangeline, who had never seemed overly done up. But then she had had a natural beauty on whom make up would have seemed redundant.  With a shrug she washed her face, and ran her fingers through her red long hair which she left unfettered and tumbling around her shoulders. After that she refreshed eye liner and mascara and a small touch of a lightly tinted lipbalm before heading downstairs.<br/><br/>"Thank you!"  She grabbed the plate nearest the seat on which she perched and toasted him with her bottle of beer. The condensation felt cool and wet on her warm fingers and she gratefully drank several long pulls before setting the bottle down and wiping her mouth, and finished with popping some chips in her mouth. Did he think her a pig for drinking like that? She stole a glance at him but he appeared to be enjoying the view. Phew, ok, then, she'd have to remember to be more...more what? Lady like?<br/><br/>"Listen, the boy has known you for months now," said the little devil on her left shoulder, "any chances of conning him into thinking you could pass as ladylike has long gone." The little devil was casually dangling a miniature IPA bottle from it's little clawed fingernails, and was dressed in a garish Hawai'ian shirt in a riot of reds and oranges, over a pair of hideously yellow shorts. And they had the nerve to preach at her for her clothing sense?<br/><br/>"Agreed," chimed in angel, who was prancing about in a peach velour suit with matching sneakers and holding a peach colored beverage with a coral umbrella.<i>oy gevalt!</i><br/><br/>'Allow me my fantasies,' hissed Stella mentally,  'now scat!'<br/><br/>For a little while the sound of nature was interrupted by crunching potato chips, the clink of increasingly empty beer bottles on the little table between them, and then satisfied grunts as both finished their sandwiches.<br/><br/>"Good stuff, Anton." said Stella, feeling energized as she crumpled up the wrapper and placed it on the fiestaware plate. She looked over the broad and deep deck and said, "I bet this deck has seen some serious parties, and interesting stories." But then as soon as she said it, she realized that it had probably seen Evangeline and Anton as well. Why had they come here? She should have asked to go to a place where he had no memories of his dead wife. And that was it, wasn't it. She was a ghost in a way, haunting her, haunting them, even though there was no shrouded specter wailing as she traversed the halls of the lodge. Could Anton be convinced to allow her, a living human being to be there with him, for him? that it made him no less loyal to Evangeline, not diminish his love for her?  She hoped they would find out over the next few days.<br/><br/>"What shall we do now?" she asked.