Today, my oldest child said, “Time is going really fast lately!” It is, sweetie. It is.
We’re already up to the third week in January. My youngest child is now eight months old. The girls started at a new dance school and are settling into their new schedules. LIFE, MAN.
Today’s snippet picks up right where last week’s left off, with Lydia arriving at her new home on a cold, wet evening.
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Charlotte had prepared herself for a heavy Scottish brogue, but the old woman’s accent was more Cheshire than anything.
“Um, Mrs. Faraday?”
The woman tilted her head to one side, but gave no indication that she might be the Mrs. Faraday in question.
Charlotte cleared her throat and began again. “I’m looking for a Mrs. Harriet Faraday. My name is Charlotte Claridge. I am your… Well, her niece.”
The other woman drew in a breath and held onto it as she took in every detail of Charlotte’s appearance from head to toe. “Wipe your boots,” she said after a full minute had passed, and stepped aside to let Charlotte enter.