Interruptions and Connections
Caroline came in with a flourish, followed by her chauffeur, Cyril.
“Darling! My favorite cousin,” she said.
“We’re not related, really,” Leslie said.
“You were Edward’s lover so of course I include you. But a word of warning, dear heart, don’t try to sort out our family. You’ll end up with a migraine. We might not be related by blood. I suppose we’re in-laws of sorts.” She paused, thinking. “Maybe”
“If you say so.” He took her wrap and hung it on a peg in the hall.
“Just a few days,” she went on, “with cousin Caroline and you’ll be right as rain.”
Leslie wasn’t smiling.
She bussed Leslie on both cheeks and told Cyril to drop her luggage. “Just anywhere,” then in a whisper to Leslie, “So difficult to find good help.”
Cyril gave her a smirk, more like
