Devotion, Ep. 5
We made love that morning, no one there but us! (Wait!…umm…)
She was calling me.
After I’d summarized for Emma the tea-party tragedy, the early burial of the twin sisters I tutored, and Whittaker Collings’s and my suspicions … well, after all that, I got the impression Emma was awaiting more information from some quarter. I knew she had her ear to the ground in a way I did not. [All will be made clear, Dear Reader. — Soph]
Soon I was actually cooking and she was attempting some laundry. There was an uneven shuffling outside the scullery door.
Which swung in, catching on the snowdrift and letting in a breeze of flurries. To my amazement a huge dog, a St. Bernard, clumped in, stood still, and flapped its gums up at me! This just as Emma swept in from the laundry room, saying, “… and so Mother told me, ‘You go back to be with your sister, child,’ and — Oh!?”
“It’s just this lovely dog,” I said at Emmy’s reaction.
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“Guess again!” she cried, pointing to the door.
In followed a young boy, who apologized for his dog’s intrusion. “We just figured the place was deserted now …”
My sister could only stare at me. I’d been such a hermit.
