Irene turned the door handle and backed into the room, the duffle of clothes swinging through first as she did her best not to slop the coffee, still steaming in the mugs.<br/><br/>“That didn’t take long did it?” Irene asked Sam, looking at him curiously.  Her eyes traveled over him as he stood in the bath room.  She smiled.  “Did you miss me?”<br/><br/>Irene dropped the bag of laundry and kicked the door shut.  She set the tray on the table, still set up from dinner.  “The coffee is still hot,” she said as she moved to close the shutters on the big windows and drew the drapes across for added heat resistance as the day warmed up.<br/><br/>Sam seemed somewhat embarrassed, holding a wash cloth in one hand as he stood in his drawers in the bath room.<br/><br/>Irene moved to the door, leaning against the opening.  “Hungry?” she asked, looking him over again and smiling.<br/>