*Odette*
"He took his own life?" Littlepaw stands in the front parlor in his nightclothes, dressing gown, and slippers, his blond hair sticking up at odd angles.
I am rather surprised to find him home and not out carousing. It would have been easier if he had been up to his usual escapades. I might have avoided having to explain Lupo’s presence.
My brother narrows his eyes and gives Lupo a pointed look. “And how was it you happened to be there?”
“As I tried to explain,” I begin, “Auntie wasn’t improving and Wigmore wouldn’t allow me to bring her to the city. I thought Lupo could manage to convince him otherwise.”
“Uncle said you had run off.” My brother says.
I sigh. “I suppose he wanted drama. I don’t know. I did leave for a few days, but I hardly ran off. I went to the local villag
