CHAPTER 4
AMBITION
After the morning’s excitement had died down, any faint hopes Lillian held about wretched Mary’s presence being a one-time occurrence foundered. The rest of November passed in a boring blur as she wistfully watched Donald’s frequent comings and goings from the house. Sadly, he appeared to revel in his new status as a rescuing hero. Mary had gladly handed over a calling card with her address printed in smart cursive as she left so Mrs Shaw and Olivia would know where to deliver her salvaged gloves – the same gloves Lillian had to hang out to dry and carefully iron. She’d petulantly turned one of them inside out and snipped a tiny thread inside one of the fingers, using a pair of nail scissors she found on Mrs Shaw’s dressing table. The ends satisfactorily sprang apart.
