Chapter Seven
Thoughts of my mother drove me to visit my neighbor the following day.
I waited until what I thought would be a proper time, and then drove myself over to Hollingshead, just a mile to the north. As I drove, I had visions of Mrs. Fotheringay-Phipps, my brother-in-law’s mother. I’d met her at my sister’s wedding nearly two years ago. She had immediately taken me and Thalia under her wing, taking us out shopping and for drives in the park. She had been so kind and understanding of our unfortunate situation, being without our mother, and with a father who knew so little of what was needed by young girls on the verge of womanhood.
Despite the fact that Mrs. Fotheringay-Phipps had never had daughters of her own—my brother-in-law was her only child—she knew just what we needed a
