Twenty Three
MORGAN KNEW THAT sensation too well. He spun around and found his oldest sister, Mary, staring at him malevolently from across the room. She was standing next to his other two sisters, Susan and Caroline, although Caroline was turned, looking in another direction. They blended in so well with the other party–goers, he almost hadn’t seen them. This was definitely their element, he thought with a little inward laugh.
“I am terribly sorry, I see someone I must speak with,” Morgan said, cutting the man off from telling a long and involved tale of how he once saved a goat from being run over by a curricle in the middle of Hyde Park. “Please excuse me.”
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his sisters—it had to be two years at least. Yes, it must have been that. It was tw
