Chapter 9: Mrs. Armstrong Has a Visitor
Holly Armstrong sent Mavis home after serving breakfast. She thought the girl deserved a few hours off on such a glorious spring day, especially in light of the intensive spring-cleaning she had on the agenda for next week. Holly needed some time alone without the distraction of having someone underfoot. Time to think.
It all began with the letter. Such intimate details. Why should anyone want to dredge all that up? It’s all so unseemly. Surely…
Holly heard the front doorbell ring and for a moment decided she’d let Mavis get it, but then she remembered she’d sent her away. I’ll sit here quiet as a mouse and maybe…
Then the knocking began: one or two soft raps at first that turned into an intense hammering sound. Flora. Of course. I knew she would
