Vs. Headboard

“Is the inventory complete?”
	I nodded sheepishly. “The pillows all appear to have survived.”
	“Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for your, er, nightgown.” He nodded toward the foot of the bed, where several scraps of black lace were strewn across the silk sheets.
	“That’s too bad,” I said. “I liked that one.”
	“I did, too.”
	“Were there any other casualties?” I asked timidly.
	“I’ll have to buy Esme a new bed frame,” he confessed, glancing over his shoulder. I followed his gaze and was shocked to see that large chunks of wood had apparently been gouged from the left side of the headboard.