Chapter 68

"How?" Nettie pointed to her bound arm. A bath sounded wonderful, but she wasn't sure how to manage one-armed

"Ta-da!" The first item Diana pulled from her shopping bag was an oiled cotton tablecloth, the kind you could simply wipe down with a damp rag and use again."

"Trust me, darling. You know I always have a plan. No frogs this time, though."

They both chuckled over the shared memory. Nettie sighed. "I missed you, when your family moved to Chicago for the school year. Still, I'm glad they kept their summer home here."

"Me too. I understand why Eli stays. If Randolph's office wasn't in Chicago, I'd have him move to Carstairs in a minute. There's something much more I don't know - real about being here than circulating among the bored snobs on The Golden Mile."