29The next morning Molly threw herself into cleaning the house to a standard far higher than usual. She was no slob, and so it was not very grungy before she began. But whenever she felt a certain kind of sadness, housecleaning was what she did.
Frances with a baby. Frances a mother?
By the time the living room, kitchen, and her bedroom were sparkling, the emotion had receded and Molly felt like seeing people—any people, really, just some talking and laughing and connection. Eugenia Perry had taken off to see Château Marainte and she didn’t want to bother Finsterman. For the first time in what felt like a long time, she strolled over to see her neighbor, Madame Sabourin.
But she wasn’t home.
She called Ben and got his voicemail. She sent some emails to friends back home, asking if anyo
