Chapter Four
“Remy’s sleeping peacefully. This has really rocked her,” Martha said as she returned to the kitchen from upstairs. Zelda was wiping the counter tops and putting away their picnic basket. “I gave her a sedative, I hope it will knock her out for a while. She really needs the rest; she hardly slept last night from all her crying.”
Zelda looked up at Martha, smiling generously.
“I should have known something like this would happen,” Martha continued. “I knew it was much too frenetic for us, even if this house seems like such a stable place, up here out of the way. The stress on Remy is really too much. She shouldn’t have had to live through it. I blame myself. I mean does it hurt to have a little something extra for yourself?” She looked at the bright faced redhead wi
