Alfred took no pleasure in her return at all. ‘What the hell are we meant to do with you? We can scarcely afford to feed ourselves.’
‘Alfred, please.’ Patricia placed a palm on his chest to calm him. He roughly brushed her off and stomped outside.
Lillian kept herself busy and let Patricia order her about until her irritation at having a prodigal sister return abated. Truth be told, she knew her presence was begrudgingly appreciated. As she’d feared, Alfred had not allowed Patricia to stop accepting new babies. Mrs Carter had brought around another only the evening before, as the woman kept running out of room at her own house. Lillian’s extra pair of hands made the constant cleaning and feeding of the poor little souls slightly more manageable. She assuaged Alfred by handing her last wa
