Agnes did not hesitate, and responded with a single curt nod. In Clara’s mind, Agnes was excited, but knew enough not to give herself away.
“That settles that,” Clara said. “How long until the meal hour?”
“The meal will be served in a little over forty-five minutes,” Walter replied.
“Excellent,” Clara said. “Will the Reverend Mother be there?”
She tossed in that question casually to hide its importance. Given her company no one was fooled… and yet we play these games regardless.
There came another pause, followed by a dip in the heart rates of several within earshot. That detail was telling but by itself was not an answer.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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