Then, with what was a real effort, she went into her mother’s room.
No one had slept in it.
Because it was too painful to do, neither Amalita nor Carolyn had gone into the bedroom since her mother had passed away
It was cleaned every week and the door would be left open while the housemaids were working there.
But the two girls hurried past, knowing it made them want to cry to think that Elizabeth Maulpin was not in the big canopied bed.
She had looked so lovely even when she was ill.
She would smile and hold out her arms as soon as she saw them.
Now in the room, Amalita closed the door and then she said in a low voice,
“You will – have to – help me, Mama. I am doing – this for Carolyn and I am – sure you will – understand that I must – not make any mistakes.”
As she spoke, the te
