Chapter 7
Friday, January 14, 1887It was actually another day and a half before the arrangements were in place for our shopping excursion. There had been no sign of Lightfoot Lenny in the interim. No doubt he was keeping his distance, now that the police had increased their patrols past Cullom’s house.
The young ladies were beside themselves with excitement at the prospect of having an outing at last. I, on the other hand, was trying to ignore the lump of dread in my abdomen as I pulled on my gloves and waited for the carriage to arrive.
“Would your uncle approve the purchase of a hat as well as a gown, do you think?” Anna asked, self-consciously adjusting her battered ivory straw. “I don’t wish to take advantage of his generosity.”
Claudine slid her hand into the crook of her friend’s
