Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Lady Sophia looked up from the handwritten manuscript dear Pelham had sent her. “Freddie!” she said. “Stop taunting your sister.”
“She started it.” Freddie glared at her sister. Adantia merely smiled and chased a raspberry around her bowl with her spoon.
“Adantia, dear, don’t bait your sister,” said Sophia, her interest in the children’s antic waning. “Jasfoup? More tea, I think. That damned Captain Yates is due any minute.”
Jasfoup coughed. “Captain Yates is waiting in the music room, Ma’am” He smiled at the girls and spooned out more raspberries and cream, freezing it with a touch and a wink. “Though he won’t be officially damned for another three years.”