As she prepared for bed, Meg found she could barely keep her eyes open. Jinny, however, wanted to talk.
“I’ll move downstairs to David’s old spot, starting tomorrow night. I find it hard to manage the stairs, I get that breathless.”
Meg sat up, staring hard. “Shouldn’t you see a doctor?”
“I have done. Dr Boyd, a nice young man at the Royal Victoria, says I have something wrong with my heart. He explained it to me, but I couldn’t take it in. He’s given me drops to take and told me to avoid stairs. So I’ll move to the parlour. Would you help me tomorrow? I’ll just take a few clothes and put them into the bureau that holds the linens.”
“Of course I will. But I wish I’d known—I could have gone with you.”
“Florrie did—you had your work.” She took a sip of water and rested a moment before s
