it?â
Digging my fingernails into the tapestry of the chair I sat in, I said, âFlorence smashed it.â
âGoodness me.â Violet chuckled. âThatâs the truth, but of course it was a most unfortunate accident. She tripped and fell onto it. She felt horrible about it. Itâs
all the poor, clumsy girl talked about all night long: how terrible she felt.â
âAnd you played a part in it, as well, Violet,â I reminded her.
She chuckled again. âI sure did, Mother. I tried to put the cake back together using my own two hands.â
âThatâs my precious little lamb.â Mother and daughter shared a sickeningly sweet moment that made me shudder. Finally, Mrs. Roberts excused herself to go check on the milk.
Violet crossed the room and opened the window, probably to rid the room of the stench of dishonesty. I was thankful for the fresh air, but I wished Mrs. Roberts would hurry. I couldnât
stand being in that house or anywhere near Violet. With each passing second, I wished I had never come. If only there had been another way to get the milk Granny needed.
âSo, Iâm sure youâre eager to hear what all happened at Peterâs party after you left,â Violet said.
âAll right,â I agreed, against my best instincts. I couldnât leave without what I came for, and because of that, I couldnât risk acting crossâespecially since we
hadnât negotiated a price, and I might not have had enough in my pouch.
Violet leaned on the curio, her shiny black boots reflecting rays of sunlight. âGregory pulled out his fiddle, and before you knew it, everyone was dancing round the bonfire. It was
delightful.â
That did sound nice, I had to admit. âOh?â
âI took a spin with Peterâit was his birthday, after allâand what better gift than a dance with me?â
âOh.â My stomach roiled. I couldnât bear to remain sitting, so I walked over to the window, hoping to see Mrs. Roberts on her way back from the barn with the milk. But sadly,
the only creature in the path was a starling, pecking at an insect or worm in the dirt.
Violet continued, âYou wouldnât believe it if you didnât see it, but Peter can dance. The other girls saw it, too, and one by one they asked him to dance with them. One by one,
he turned them away. He danced with me and only me. I guess I must have been caught up in the excitement of it allâthe fire, the music, the dancing bodies all around me, the big, silver
moonâand when Peter asked me to save him the first dance at the Forget-Me-Not ballâ¦â The song her sister was playing on the piano came to an abrupt end. As the muffled sound of
rustling papers came from the music hall, Violet pressed her lips together and widened her eyes. ââ¦I said yes!â
My jaw dropped. It was too late to try to disguise my shock. âI didnât realize he fancied you.â I held my hand up to my mouth, silently chastising myself for letting that slip
out, and before theyâd given me a price for the milk. âWhat I meant to say is Iâm quite sure heâs never mentioned it, not even once.â
âWho knows? Perhaps heâs only recently fallen under my spell.â She paused a moment and then laughed as if a private memory had tickled her mind. âThat tends to happen
when they kiss me.â
My knees went to mush, like theyâd forgotten how to hold my weight. I reminded myself that Peter and I were friends, nothing moreâbut I hated the very thought of him kissing somebody
else. Especially if that somebody was Violet Roberts.
âYouâre lying,â I choked out. âYouâre nothing but a liar.â
âAm I?â Her rosy lips curved up. âMy dear Red, if you only knew me better, youâd realize I never lie. Lying is unbecoming. Still, if you donât believe me, perhaps
you should