Tuesday, June eighth, opened agreeably with Margot’s wardrobe luggage reaching Brandgwyn by express from New York. The morning further was punctuated with the delivery of two Cadillacs which Melissa had ordered as surprise gifts for Francine and Henry. Both were convertibles, Francine’s being a canary yellow and Henry’s a stratosphere blue. They were knockouts.
“It was to have been such a happy surprise, Miss Gilland,” Melissa said while Francine and Henry were outside on the driveway looking the cars over. “But now, as things are, it just isn’t very happy. Is it that way with money?”
“Sometimes. It won’t have to be so with you, Mrs. Tyler. Things will straighten out.”
“I like clichés, Miss Gilland. They’re comforting when you’re in trouble. Like it’s always darkest just before the dawn
