Chapter 5“Mama, I am going truly potty, cooped up here. Can I come on your calls this morning?” Lucy helped herself to a generous spoonful of kedgeree from the warming dish on the sideboard of the breakfast room and brought her plate over to the polished walnut table where her Mama was pouring her a cup of tea.
She’d spent the last week turning out her bedroom cupboards and the one before that organising the empty nursery simply for something to do. If she didn’t have a change of scenery soon, she was going to go spare.
It was still raining. The July skies outside the tall Georgian windows were dark and the gusts of wind were driving drops of water down the square panes in fierce runnels. It had been raining for her whole life and it felt like it would continue to rain until she was an o
