CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Damsel in Distress
Most days, Lizzy felt like a damsel in distress, a fair maiden who had been captured by thieves and was now locked in a prison with iron bars so thick there would be no escape. Then there was the day when Priscilla Peacock unceremoniously left the house early in the morning, long before the inebriated Jonathan had risen from bed.
“I’ll return this evening, you don’t need to bother Jonathan, he’ll only ask questions that I have no intention of answering.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Lizzy politely replied.
She was out the door, giving Lizzy something to smile about for the next several hours, or at least until Jonathan finally made an appearance.
To her initial dismay that appearance occurred much earlier in the day than she’d anticipated. No more than an hour
