Chapter 22
1845
It seems that not all rules are completely set in stone after all, and once Ginny returned from the cemetery, she moved one of the over-stuffed chairs directly in front of the window so that she could look out on the back garden. If Mr. Edwards or Mrs. Wetzel had ever made a peep about it, the comment hadn’t registered. She sat there now, staring off into the distance, her eyes glazed over, her head supported only by a thin arm.
“Madam, would you like some tea?” Scarlet asked, approaching her cautiously. “You haven’t had anything to eat or drink in days.” There was no response, and so Scarlet decided to bring the tea anyway. Perhaps when she returned, Mrs. Edwards would be more likely to answer.
She went down to the kitchen as quietly as possible. The others wouldn’t sp
