The Exchange
Molly stayed until time for Acevedo’s feeding, but said she’d come back the next day.
At tea-time, I told Tony about Josie’s invitation.
“Why are you going to meet her?”
“Tony, she’s been badly hurt. Apparently, her doctor told her she’d be scarred for life.”
“So you have seen Master Joseph.”
have“So?”
“Why do you keep seeing him? What’s going on between you?”
I didn’t know. “Nothing. He just wanted to visit.”
His face changed, as if he’d come to some decision. “Your maid will accompany you.”
I shrugged. “It’s at a restaurant, so she’ll be downstairs with the servants. But if it makes you feel better —”
“It does.”
Then I realized: Molly would be here around tea-time, not at home. “Have Pearson call my plain carriage. It should be safer.”
Tony nodded. “Good idea.”
