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Luci’s aunts lived in an area of narrow, rutted streets and mixed architectural ancestry just off St. Charles in a house that was a narrow embellished Victorian built just prior to the turn of the century. Set on a corner lot, it had long settled into the midst of an abundant tangle of shrubbery and flowers barely confined by the high wrought-iron fence that circled the property.
Their handyman, Boudreaux, a small Cajun with a speech impediment that made it difficult for the non-Seymour to understand him, kept the house in pristine condition. His tall, spare and mute-by-choice wife, Louise, cared for the aunts. Both had been with the aunts for as long as Luci could remember.
Coming down that first morning, Luci ran into Louise in the hallway outside the breakfast room. She carried a c
