Chapter Twenty-TwoAfter lunch Frances went to take a nap in the bedroom next to Molly’s, since Constance was noisily cleaning the cottage. Molly was restless. She was reading a good book but kept getting up and finding chores to do, and finally she gave up and walked into the village, wanting to stretch her legs and possibly procure a few pastries for Frances and herself to eat in late afternoon. Yes, it was gluttonous to have pastries twice in one day, but it was cold and wintry and her best friend was visiting and…well, she could come up with reasons for pastry all day long. It was a real talent, and one she was grateful for.
Castillac looked sad to her in mid-December. Hardly anyone was on the street, for one thing, and the Christmas decorations looked droopy and half-hearted. But her
