In a daze, she felt a slight weight on her, and Norris Moore opened her eyes to see a maid placing a blanket over her. Seeing that she was awake, the maid asked with some awkwardness, "Miss Moore, did I disturb you?"
Norris Moore rubbed her forehead, rose from the sofa, looked at the pitch-black night outside, and then shook her head, "No." She adjusted the blanket, her body felt cold. Not sure how long she had slept on the sofa, she felt a little headache. She must have caught a cold. "What time is it?"
"It's almost eight. Have you eaten dinner?"
Norris shook her head, sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, somewhat lost in thought.
"Then I'll make you a bowl of noodles," the maid whispered, "The cook quit today. From now on I will cook for you. My cooking isn't as good as hers, so please don't mind, Miss Moore."
