“Ma, about Dassi. You know she wasn’t really having work done, right?”
The beautiful engraved front door seemed to be mocking her.
Why did she feel like she was trespassing? Libby knocked on the door twice, then pushed it open. “Camille?”
The old maid came hurrying over.
“Mrs. Libby, I was just coming to answer,” she said reprovingly.
Libby smiled tightly. “That’s okay, I can let myself in.”
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