Chapter 15
We followed Margery back out to the foyer. She put a finger to her lips and motioned for us to wait as she crept halfway up the stairs, head tipped almost comically as she listened for any sounds coming from above. Then she tiptoed back down to us, leading the way down the narrower part of the hallway to the patch of sunlight. The light was coming from a small window over the sink of a kitchen almost as tiny as the one I had grown up with in the one-room apartment back in Iowa.
"She's fast asleep," she told us once we were all inside the cramped space. "She's had her afternoon drop of gin. She'll be out until sundown."
Somehow, I think that probably involved more than a drop. I was pretty sure that even at ten Margery knew that as well, but some things weren't said out loud.
