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N ew York City 1862

    T he smell of laundry soap and the song of birds filled the morning as Hannah Wells shook out a sheet to fold. Her back ached and tendrils of her light blonde hair fell around her face in wisps, no longer contained by her white maids cap. She used her shoulder to brush away a strand just as the door to the laundry room opened.
    “There you are,” said a full, brassy voice behind her.
    “Were you expecting to find me somewhere else, Cook?” Hannah asked, turning with a smile on her face. Her friend stood in the doorway framed by dim light from the hall behind. It was late afternoon and the suns rays had diminished in strength if not in brightness.
    “Well now,” the older woman said, her greying hair pulled into a cap and stains from food preparation marring the white of her apron, “I could have looked here first but I didn’t expect you to be inside on such a beautiful afternoon. Isn’t it your day off?”
    Hannah sighed, clutching the sheet to her chest. Thursdays were her day off, and yet she’d found herself covering for one of the other women who was tending to her sick child. How could Hannah take time off when she had no one to tend to?
    “You let Annette go home to be with her child, didn’t you?” Cook stared her down with a hard glare, an eyebrow cocking up at a jaunty angle.
    “I did,” she admitted, unable to remain silent under Cook’s intense gaze.
    “Girl,” Cook’s fists sunk onto her wide hips, “You’ve got to take a break too. You’ll be working yourself into sickness if you don’t slowdown.”
    Hannah turned away, resting the crisply folded sheet atop a pile of other bedclothes in the linen closet. She closed the cedar door and turned back to one of the only women in the household that she could call friend.
    In Cook’s eyes she saw care and understanding, if not a little motherly concern. Cook may not have had children of her own but she treated many of the household staff as if they were her flesh and blood.
    “It’s really all right. Annette said she would let me take next Monday afternoon off. I’ll rest then—should I need it.” She added the last part with a light laugh to lighten the mood but Cook remained unimpressed.
    “What will I do with you, child? You’ve been here the longest of all the household maids and I’m afraid I’ll fall apart when you leave.”
    The woman’s admission shocked and warmed Hannah, and at the same time it made her feel restless. She had been here longer than any of the other maids who either got married or moved to different households.
    “Now what’s that look for?” Cook stepped closer.
    “Your words just reminded me of how long I’ve been here. Longer than I anticipated, if truth be told.”
    “Do I sense a bit of restlessness in you?”
    Hannah asked herself the same question. Was she restless? Or was she merely being foolish—unhappy where she should be content?
    “I’d daresay a young woman like you would want to be married by now.”
    Cook’s bold statement hit a sore spot in Hannah’s