“I hope he did not put them there personally,” Letitia grumbled. After all
the years of vigilance to keep Josepha safe from the vultures of the
species, she could not believe it was Josepha herself who was uprooting
her efforts and her promise to Mama.
Josepha grinned, displaying her perfect, white teeth. “He would if I asked,
but I did not. No, I put them there myself, with the help of the kitchen maid.
They are small and easy to carry.”
Letitia sighed. Josepha had always been very perceptive when it came to
people, although, given all the praises of Percy, her judgment had been
faltering lately. But she had just turned thirty two months ago. What kind of
advice could Letitia give someone seven years her senior? Especially now
when her own thoughts about men—well, one man, real
