As I continued to walk, images of my youth came to mind, and I was reminded of how her mother’s life had been compared to mine. Begrudgingly, I admitted to myself that the Veracors’ home was nice, even though it was not extravagant. Unlike my home, Mae’s was warm and friendly. It was more like Roger’s house in Brighid’s Landing. Thoughts of the lovely getaway by the sea ran through my mind, and another wave of sadness washed over me.
I entered the dining room and took a seat at the head of the table. Golden chandeliers hung above, illuminating the long, dark table with high-backed chairs around it. We could easily seat twenty people at the expansive mahogany table.
“Come along,” I said as they hovered in the doorway. “Hazel has just brought out the first course.”
“Hazel?” Cedric asked.
