*Odette*
If this were my aunt recovering, I would hate to have seen her while she was truly ill. She is remarkably thin, her gray skin draped over her bones. So little of her seems to remain.
"Auntie?" I call softly, fearing she might be dead.
My aunt opens her eyes, and I find myself staring into faded green.
"Dotty?" She smiles weakly. "You came. Wigmore said you wouldn't."
Did he think no one would compare tales? "I'm taking you to Blackrock city."
I yank the bellpull. When the maid finally arrives, I tell her, "Pack a small valise of the Luna’s things. We'll be leaving shortly." I turn back to my aunt. "Do you feel strong enough to sit up so we can dress you?"
"You've always been such a dear." She says weakly.
I glance back over my shoulder at the sound of heavy footsteps. Reli
