In Which Liza’sCircumstances Change for the Worse
in the armchair near the window, her mother’s shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders.Despite the fre, she couldn’t seem to get warm. Theblinds were drawn against the morning’s winter light.
It shouldn’t be sunny.
There was a discreet knock at the door. A maid ina black dress with a white apron entered, carrying ameal on a tray. “Miss Liza, you mustn’t shut yoursel away like this. It’s not like you.” With a quick motion,she deposited the tray and jerked the blinds open. Lizablinked and held up a hand to shade her eyes.“Cora!”“With all due respect to your bereaved state, Miss,the sta is beginning to talk,” Cora scolded. “This is no