Eloise couldn’t help but look at Dorothy. It had been a long time since she’d spent any real time with her sister.
“You’re staring,” Dorothy said. She looked up from where she’d been writing down the new orders for the haberdashery.
“Sorry, I’m not staring.”
“Yeah, you are. What happened to the whole judgment stare I get?” Dorothy asked.
“I don’t judge.”
This time, her sister threw back her head and laughed.
“Honey, oh, please, you judge me.”
“No, I don’t judge you at all.”
Her sister gave her this look as if to say, “pull the other one.”
She held her hands out in surrender.
“I’m being serious here. Honestly, I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
Dorothy chuckled.
“Whatever. You can think what you want, I don’t care.”
It had been a couple of months since her sister h
