She's a nosy old nuisance.
Lilah laughed lightly.
But we love her.
In the next rocker, Amanda sighed.
As soon as she hears about Fergus's book, she's going to start nagging you.
And badgering,
C.C. put in, cradling Ethan.
And hounding,
Suzanna finished up as she changed Christian's diaper.
That sounds promising.
Don't worry.
With a laugh, Suzanna slipped Christian into his sleeper.
We're right
behind you.
Notice,
Lilah added with a smile,
the direction
is behind.
About the book.
Megan flicked a finger over a dancing giraffe on a mobile.
I've
made copies of several pages I thought you'd be interested in. He made a lot of notations, about business deals, personal business, purchases. At one point he inventories jewelry Bianca's, I assume for insurance purposes.
The emeralds?
Amanda's brow rose at Megan's nod.
And to think of all the
hours we spent going through papers, trying to find proof that they existed.
There's a number of other pieces hundreds of thousands of dollars' worth in 1913
dollars.
He sold nearly everything,
C.C. murmured.
We found the documents of sale. He
got rid of anything that reminded him of Bianca.
It still hurts,
Lilah admitted.
Not the money, though God knows we could have used it. It's the loss of what was hers, what we won't be able to pass on.
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
Amanda rose to lay a sleeping Delia in her crib.
We're too sentimental.
I suppose we all feel such a close connection with Bianca.
I know what you mean.
It felt odd to admit it, but Megan was compelled.
I feel it,
too. I suppose from seeing the references to her in the old book, and having her portrait right there in the lobby.
A bit embarrassed, she laughed.
Sometimes, when
you walk down the halls at night, it's almost as if you could sense her.
Of course,
Lilah said easily.