By the time they arrived home on a darkening winter afternoon the first boxes were arriving. Janine and her staff were, true to their promises and their nature, working minor miracles. Amelia’s choices were fine as an emergency measure, but now Zoe would have a proper wardrobe and the closet in the blue suite would no longer look so forlorn-empty.
The daily wear—jeans, casual slacks, T-shirts both plain and silkscreened, sweaters and underthings, socks, certain off-the-rack blouses—came first; anything needing alteration would arrive late tomorrow, just in time for the season between Christmas and New Year’s. Shoeboxes with flats, heels, trainers, slippers, and boots arrived by the stack. Amelia looked genuinely thrilled over each item as she helped with the unpacking. The fragrances, the
