The OvertureWhen I went to my carriage, Honor had a poorly covered bruise on his face. I pointed to it. “What’s going on here?”
He hesitated. “Best not to speak of it.”
I got in the carriage, mystified. Honor and Michaels loved each other. Why would any argument between them become so severe as to come to blows?
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I stopped on the way to pick up the rent for April. When I reached the meeting room I’d rented for the day, Josie and Miss Susan were already there. Josie hugged me warmly, kissing my cheek. “I’m so glad you could attend!”
“Silly thing! Why-ever would I not?” Her dress hung neatly upon a rack I’d had the hotel provide for her. She’d applied all the bodice lace, and to my surprise, she’d finished the back buttons. “How did you get all this done?”
“Some friends came over,
