The Woman
The front bell rang, and Blitz answered it. I put my list away.
Mr. Doyle Pike said, “Is Mrs. Spadros home today?”
“I’m afraid —”
“It’s all right, Blitz,” I called out, “you can let him in.”
Silence, then, “Come in, sir.”
I was positive Blitz was annoyed with me even before he knocked; his face only confirmed it. “And where would you like to receive your guest, Mrs. Spadros?”
“Here, unless you wish to help me move to the parlor.” I heard the back door open and Amelia hurry through the hall.
Blitz hesitated. “That might be best.” He glanced back. “Let me call Mary.”
“I’m here,” Amelia panted. “Mum, let me get you presentable.”
Blitz retreated.
Amelia set her coat and hat on my bed, adjusted the maid’s cap she wore underneath, then began fixing my hair. “What did the doc
