Wearing Ludwig’s shirt, Penny was standing in the terrace of her room leaning against the rail. She had asked the gardeners to cover the latticework of the rail with rose creepers. The ramblers had started throwing the vines out and tiny pink roses were blooming. They hadn’t covered the latticework entirely but they looked beautiful. It was difficult to grow the roses in that climate but the gardener had managed it. Penny was brushing her hands over the tiny roses that had sprouted. The soft petals made her feel calm. It was evening and after the day’s work, she was simply enjoying a cup of tea.
During her periods, Ludwig didn’t allow her to leave the bedroom, and she didn’t go out not because she couldn’t have forced herself to go out, but her cramps had made her life miserable and so she herself couldn’t even think of moving out of the bed. She sipped on he
