Chapter 6
I lingered in the parlor as Cynthia once more wrestled the heavy door open.
"Ah, Miss Sophie DuBois," Cynthia said.
"So this is the right place," Sophie said. She sounded almost disappointed. What had she been expecting? Certainly not something bigger. "Can you hold the door open? I'll have the driver bring in my bags."
Bags? Was she expecting to stay longer than Brianna and I were?
I heard the sounds of a winded man struggling up the front steps, dropping something heavy, then shuffling back down to do it again twice more.
"Thank you so much," Sophie said. I couldn't place her accent. It sounded like she had been born in the south but moved to New York or something. Definitely a city dweller though. Even as she thanked the driver there was something a little… well, pushy i
