CHAPTER 47
Cecelia kicked the door close with the heel of her legs as she struggled with the bag of groceries and her own handbag, walking through the doorway. She couldn't pause to hang her coat, her muffler and her parka on the hanger neither could she take off her boots and put on the fuzzy house slip-ons her sister insisted she wears as long as she is in the house.
Speaking of her sister, she wondered where she was. The front door wasn't locked so she must be in, however the house was so silent that it was very possible to hear a pin drop.
Cecilia surveyed the parlour and its surroundings, trying to peer into the corners. Her face creased slightly by a frown. Cecilia continued to wonder if her sister had stepped out without locking the door but she shook her head at that idea as it
