As Lillian helped Claire with her boots, Claire pondered the strange visit from the doctors. What was Radcliffe’s problem? First he’d given off tender, caring emotions, and then they turned cold with an edge of frustration. As for Perkins, he was the typical male creature, but at least he had a screen of professionalism over his inappropriate feelings toward her.
As for how he felt toward Radcliffe, Claire needed to figure that one out. There was contempt, definitely, but also envy and something else she couldn’t tease out.
“Will you be all right walking to the General’s House, Doctor?” Lillian asked. The aroma of some sort of fish wafted from what Claire assumed was the direction of the mess hall. The odor turned Claire’s stomach, but Lillian sniffed the air and licked her lips. “Smells
