CHAPTER 63
Before he died, Reginald transferred some money into my bank account and made sure his relatives knew I was expected to stay at his home for at least a year rent free. Nobody could sell it or move in before then.
The first thing I did was hire Gracie a nanny. Mrs. Danvers was a round, matronly woman in her sixties with nothing to do all day but sit around and fret about her grandchildren who lived too far away for regular visits. She was warm and efficient, and I hated to admit it, but she cared for Gracie far more effectively than I could have even on my best days. I once had a nightmare that Gracie called her Mama.
Thankfully, Mrs. Danvers stayed out of my way for the most part. She kept up the home with the assistance of Reginald’s old housekeeper, and she never made me fe
