Chapter 16
Grandmère and Melinda had been busy in Quincy’s absence. Paintings hung on the walls, packing crates were gone. Several rugs and unfamiliar pieces of furniture graced their sitting room, kitchen, and bedrooms. A stain here, a nick there, what did it matter? Their home was more cozy than since they left the little cottage behind. Best of all was a bed, an actual bed with a down-filled mattress, flannel sheets and all, awaiting her in her tiny, private room.
Since it was after nine, Mel and Grandmère were sound asleep. Sir Ambrose flipped his tail in greeting from his rug before the fire, but didn’t stir himself any further. Quincy flung herself on her soft new bed, not even bothering to undress, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
“How was your journey, dear?” Grandmère asked
