wonderful, Carolyn!â Mrs. Baxter raised her voice above the noise. âItâs like weâre destined to succeed with this place, donât you see? We needed helpâand hereâs help!â
Carolyn glanced at Nora. The housekeeper stood stiffly at the sink and kept her back to them. She seemed to have forgotten the dishes entirely. Now she picked up a long-handled knife, ran one finger slowly along the blade, and started slicing a loaf of bread.
âCarolyn,â Mrs. Baxter went on, âif youâre going to start nitpicking, then this little coincidence should make you feel good about being here. Like someoneâs watching over us. Nora, look, the sinkâs starting to overflowââ
Carolyn frowned. âYou want him to stay?â
âWell, of course I want him to stay! Nora, did you hear me about the sink? We need the help, Carolyn! Donât you want him to stay?â
Carolyn looked at her motherâs hopeful face.
No , she wanted to shout, no I want him to leave, I want him to leave right now, right this very second â because suddenly Iâm feeling really scared and I donât know why â
The water shut off. The room grew quiet.
âYes,â Carolyn mumbled. âOkay, Mom. I want him to stay.â
âThen hurry up with lunch, will you? What is that, anyway?â
âClam chowder. Itâs part of the stuff Mr. Bell sent over.â
âIsnât that sweet!â Mrs. Baxter started to leave, then paused in the doorway to look back. âI canât believe the friendliness and generosity of these people! I met Mr. Bell when I was out shopping this morning, and he was so nice to meâlet me open an account right away! Then he introduced me to some of the other people who came inâand they showed me where different stores wereâand they told me where to shop for whatââ
âCanât you find out something about him?â Carolyn fixed her mother with a pleading look.
âWho?â Mrs. Baxter looked baffled. âMr. Bell?â
âNo, that guy in our living room. Before he stays?â
âCarolyn, do I have to remind you that the guests whoâll be staying here will all be people we donât know? And if youâre going to be concerned with running a check on each and every one of them, I guarantee weâll never have anybody staying! Thatâs not how you run a guest house!â
Carolyn shook her head, trying to make her mother understand, though she didnât even understand herself.
âHe was waiting inside when I got back from my walk. He was standing in the parlor. Like he belonged here.â
âWell, the poor boy was practically frozenâdid you want him to wait outside till he died of pneumonia?â
âMom, he saw someone on the widowâs walk!â
â Thought he saw someone. Just like you thought you fell down the attic stairs last night! For heavenâs sake, Carolyn, anyone can be fooled by a shadow. Quit being so suspicious. I thought you wanted this to work.â
âI ⦠I do â¦â
Their eyes locked. Mrs. Baxter shook her head impatiently, her voice tight.
âCarolyn, we have no income. There was no life insurance. Your father, bless his heart, totally supported my being a homemaker, so I donât know how to do anything else. This opportunity came along, and I took it. Iâm doing the best I can.â
A flush went over Carolynâs cheeks. She looked away and nodded slowly.
âIâm sorry, Mom. Youâre right. Things are different now.â
âHoney,â Mrs. Baxter said, moving to Carolynâs side, tilting her daughterâs face up, âwe desperately need help around hereâJoss needs a place to sleep. Letâs just accept the little gifts that come our way and not question them, okay?â
Carolyn managed a weak smile. âOkay, Mom.â
She watched her mother leave the