Time To Grieve

After saying that, Mrs. Bellemare stood and walked toward the door. The maid beckoned Alex to follow her, before picking up the water pitcher and the glasses.

The lady walked towards the back end of the house, still taking measured steps. It was like walking to her was still part of her acting as a lady.

Mind you, it might be. Alex had never been close to anyone from a posh family, so he knew next to nothing about proper etiquette.

They reached a small veranda at the back of the house that overlooked their small but very prosperous yard. In the center of that yard, there was a large paved area.

Alexander immediately guessed that was where the pool used to be. Violette had told him how her father had it filled in the week following her brother's funeral.

Mrs. Bellemare took a seat at a nice patio set, and as she did, she caught Alex's gaze. When she followed it, and saw what he was looking at, her eyes saddened.