"Ah…" Fran screamed. Niles turned the telescope up pretending to look at something else. "Ms Fine." He started towards her. "Niles," she said when she was able too get over the shock. "Yes, um…. I was seeing if it had a better view then my room."
"Well, did it?"
"It sure did. She…stars are better." He caught himself. He couldn't tell her that he was watching CC's bedroom.
"I'm just putting some sheets in here." She walked over the aroma that nearly reached the ten-foot ceiling. The doors lined with mirrors squeaked as she pulled them open by the long one-finger handles. One long shelve lined the top and Sahara's cloths hung up under that. The smaller shelves at the bottom held her old shoes. The pull out drawers on the very bottom held liens. Fran looked in the closet. "Why is all that stuff in here?" she asked opening the bottom drawer.
"Max wanted to remember how her stuff was so…."
"He left it like that." she smiled. "How sweet,"
"Adding more to it?"
"Some sheets. Mista Sheffield said under 'her' cloths. It's sad he can't use her name."
"Give him time. He's working on it."
"I have no idea why? These sheets are…." She rubbed them to her face. "Are…the best and the softest. " Fran stuffed the sheets and the pillows down in the drawer.
"Ms. Fine, Niles." yelled Max, "Down here now!"
"What did we do?" Fran shrugged her shoulder.
Niles thought about that room all day. He wanted to go back so he could see her. Niles' mind: Max isn't going to let me stay in there every night. I have to come up with a way unless…Niles' eyebrows went up. I have the perfect idea. I'll ask him if I can switch rooms. I think there's something more for me to see. Something, that I'm feeling. Like…I'm supposed to…to be there. Like it's my job to spy on her. That can't be right though, can it? "I know that I wouldn't want to be spied on but if this is the only way to protect her. Then…I will do it forever."