Chapter 14
THEY CARRIED Loesie into the bedroom. Nellie opened the door and folded back the covers. “Oh, that dress is disgusting. We should really do some washing, Mistress Johanna.”
“Let me know what you want washed and I’ll ask Gertrude to take care of it,” Sylvan said.
Gertrude, presumably, was the dour-faced servant.
Johanna sank down on the edge of the bed when Sylvan had left. After all the excitement of the morning, she felt really tired, too.
She straightened the blankets over her friend. Loesie was asleep, on her side, with her knees drawn up and her hand curled up into a relaxed fist and pressed against her cheek. She looked peaceful, like a child.
Nellie watched from the other side of the room, as if still afraid to come close. “Is she going to be all right?”
“Maybe.” Jo
