Chapter 31
Jean’s study in the residence across from Father Hall’s church was surely the same size it ever had been. Victoria understood that in her mind, in her weary and overworked brain.
Her feet took the same number of steps as she paced, every time. Twelve steps if she walked from window to window. Fourteen from door to stairs.
Jean even sat in the same place as she always did, the great dark brown leather chair that threatened to swallow her from tip to tail. Victoria herself hated that chair, the way her feet dangled off the floor and her legs slipped and slid underneath her. Maybe if she were brave enough to wear trousers like Jean did, she’d be able to manage that lovely tucked leg posture herself.
Even with so many things the same as they’d been for the past several weeks, Vi
