"Third Master...Wilton Edwards...didn't he tell you to bring beddings like quilts when you came over?"
As Kevin Clark was tidying up the things he had brought, Daisy Zane's voice suddenly came from behind.
He turned around to look at her and said, "There's no quilt?"
"Yeah," said Daisy Zane, "The glass here is damp and has a musty smell."
"Then, you..." Kevin Clark glanced at the bed behind her.
The quilt on the bed looked new.
He looked at the bed on the other side. He didn't notice it just now, but now he saw that there were two quilts on that bed.
"It's alright." Kevin Clark quickly accepted the fact. "I can cover myself with clothes. But... where am I supposed to sleep? That bed?"
That bed used to be Daisy Zane's grandmother's and it's been many years.
When she came back to clean that day, she noticed the bed board had been bitten by insects in the middle.
It's fine to put a quilt on it, but... if you lie a person on it, the bed board would definitely break.
