Chapter 18: A Place to Work, 1921Mira wasn’t impressed with Lew the following morning. Firstly, she was still in her pajamas, and as accommodating as her landlady was, it was a step too far to invite a man, even a brother, up to her room whilst she got dressed. He sat in the kitchen whilst she went to perform a brief toilette, the ubiquitous Mrs. Fossett clucking round him whilst he waited. “It’s very early, Mr. Tyler!” she scolded him. “You know Miss Mira works late. You should know better!”
“Yes, Mrs. Fossett. I’ll remember if there’s a next time. She is my sister, though.”
“Sister or not, she needs her sleep like anyone else, especially in her line of work. Here. Have some toast.” A plate appeared, accusatorily, on the table in front of him, followed by a knife, a napkin, and a pat of
