Iris and Marie walked through the front door of the townhouse just before the rain started. Marie frowned as she shut the door. “I think I see sleet mixed with the rain.”
“Perhaps winter is finally here.” Iris stripped her gloves from her hands.
“You’re not leaving those on?”
Iris glanced up at her with an inquisitive look. “Why should I? I’ve been here long enough that the objects around us don’t ask to be touched or read, and I’ve gotten much better at controlling my…well, whatever it is.”
Lucky girl. “It’s chilly in here.”
“The dining room will be warm enough, and I do believe it’s lunchtime. By the way, you should talk to your mother. She might be able to help you.”
Marie followed Iris through the hall and up the stairs to the first level, where the dining room and kitchen were l
