Chapter 11Lina
The waiter brought bread along with the plate of assorted meats and things Emery had requested and Lina helped herself to a slice. Her stomach churned uneasily but she forced herself to sit quietly, taking dainty bites of the too soft and very bland bread, as she watched Emery eat with more gusto than was considered polite for a young woman. Mrs. Langstuhl had insisted upon propriety at her dinner table and the girls had, for the most part, complied. Thankfully, Mrs. Langstuhl had turned a blind eye to the occasional midnight raids of her pantry, and the girls had always taken care not to help themselves to too much, or to the last of anything.
“How are we doing here?” The waiter looked pointedly at Lina’s clean plate. “Can I bring you anything else, Ma’am?”
“No, thank yo
