Dewey ushers you into the small office with much enthusiasm. The room could very well pass more so for an oversized closet, with a single piece of furniture at its center - a desk on four wobbly legs. "Not easy on the eyes you might think, but it's the brain of our establishment here." With a smile, she winks and then proceeds to point out a list of policies inscribed upon an apron nailed to the wall. "Here, have a good look at our rules just so you know what you're getting yourself into." Laughing, she good-naturedly nudges you forward.
Rules
When you finish reading them and acknowledge with a nod that you understand each regulation, she smiles at you and steps forth carrying a weathered heavy book with a hardwood cover and leather binding. "This would be our lodge book," she announces proudly, depositing it onto the nearby table as she flips through the pages. "Peruse it for as long as you like. It lists the names of our lodgers here at Second Heaven as well as our former newsies. Maybe you'll recognize some names!"
Lodge Book
"Still interested? How about I show you the bunkrooms next then?" The two of you stride out the office bound for the stairs.