the young woman looked suddenly very pale now.
"I'm fine. Father has just told me we're going to New York at the beginning of September. We're going to stay for a month or two, while he does some business." The two women exchanged a smile. They both knew what that meant. An incredible amount of work and planning to open the house in New York. "I thought you and I could get together tomorrow morning to start making plans, " she said quietly. She had a great deal to think about, a lot to do for him, most of which her father was entirely unaware of. "You're a good girl, " Bertie said softly to her, touching the pale cheek, as she looked at the huge blue eyes, wondering if something had upset her. Olivia was feeling something she had never felt before, and she was finding it unnerving and confusing. Even more so, worrying that Victoria was going to march right into her thoughts and expose them.
"You work so hard for your father, " Bertie praised her. She knew them both so well, and loved them both with all their similarities and differences. They were both good girls, as different as they were, beneath the surface.
"I'll meet with you tomorrow morning then, " Olivia said quietly, and then left the kitchen to go upstairs to change. She went up the back stairs this time, trying to clear her thoughts, so Victoria wouldn't look right into them like a body of clear, translucent water. It was impossible to keep secrets from her, impossible for either of them.
They had never even tried to.
But as she tried to think of other things, as she approached their huge room where they shared the same canopied bed they'd slept in all their lives, Olivia found she couldn't get her mind off of him. All she could think of were those green eyes, those deep dark pools that led straight to the soul of the man who had lost his wife to the Atlantic.
She closed her eyes for a moment then as she turned the knob, and forced herself to think of more mundane things, like the new sheets she would probably need to order for New York, and the pillowcases she needed to bring for her father. She filled her head with fanalities, and then she walked briskly across the room to her sister.
Chapter 2.
On the first Wednesday afternoon in September, Olivia and Victoria Henderson were driven to New York by their father's chauffeur, Donovan, in the Cadillac Tourer, with Petrie driving Mrs. Peabody in the Ford just behind them. They brought endless supplies with them, and two other cars had been sent down the day before, carrying trunks of linens and clothes, and everything that Olivia and Bertie had decided were dire necessities that they absolutely had to have with them to run a decent household. Victoria didn't care what they took. She packed two trunks of books, a case full of papers she wanted to read, and she let Olivia pick all their clothing. She really didn't care what she wore, she had always deferred to Olivia's taste, which seemed excellent to her twin sister.
Olivia read all the magazines from Paris. Victoria preferred political journals, and underground papers put out by members of the women's party.
But Olivia was seriously concerned with the state of the house on lower Fifth Avenue, which had been uninhabited for two years, and seldom visited for several years before that. It had been comfortable once upon a time, and much loved long before that, but that had been twenty years before, and Olivia was sure that it wouldn't be easy giving it a welcoming feeling. It was, after all, the house where her mother had died, and she knew how painful her father's memories were of it.
And yet it was also the house where she and Victoria had been born, and a place where, not long before that, Edward Henderson and his young bride had been immensely happy.
After seeing to the amenities, and setting Donovan loose in all the bathrooms with a wrench in each hand, to tighten and loosen whatever needed it, she had Petrie drive her to the flower market
"I'm fine. Father has just told me we're going to New York at the beginning of September. We're going to stay for a month or two, while he does some business." The two women exchanged a smile. They both knew what that meant. An incredible amount of work and planning to open the house in New York. "I thought you and I could get together tomorrow morning to start making plans, " she said quietly. She had a great deal to think about, a lot to do for him, most of which her father was entirely unaware of. "You're a good girl, " Bertie said softly to her, touching the pale cheek, as she looked at the huge blue eyes, wondering if something had upset her. Olivia was feeling something she had never felt before, and she was finding it unnerving and confusing. Even more so, worrying that Victoria was going to march right into her thoughts and expose them.
"You work so hard for your father, " Bertie praised her. She knew them both so well, and loved them both with all their similarities and differences. They were both good girls, as different as they were, beneath the surface.
"I'll meet with you tomorrow morning then, " Olivia said quietly, and then left the kitchen to go upstairs to change. She went up the back stairs this time, trying to clear her thoughts, so Victoria wouldn't look right into them like a body of clear, translucent water. It was impossible to keep secrets from her, impossible for either of them.
They had never even tried to.
But as she tried to think of other things, as she approached their huge room where they shared the same canopied bed they'd slept in all their lives, Olivia found she couldn't get her mind off of him. All she could think of were those green eyes, those deep dark pools that led straight to the soul of the man who had lost his wife to the Atlantic.
She closed her eyes for a moment then as she turned the knob, and forced herself to think of more mundane things, like the new sheets she would probably need to order for New York, and the pillowcases she needed to bring for her father. She filled her head with fanalities, and then she walked briskly across the room to her sister.
Chapter 2.
On the first Wednesday afternoon in September, Olivia and Victoria Henderson were driven to New York by their father's chauffeur, Donovan, in the Cadillac Tourer, with Petrie driving Mrs. Peabody in the Ford just behind them. They brought endless supplies with them, and two other cars had been sent down the day before, carrying trunks of linens and clothes, and everything that Olivia and Bertie had decided were dire necessities that they absolutely had to have with them to run a decent household. Victoria didn't care what they took. She packed two trunks of books, a case full of papers she wanted to read, and she let Olivia pick all their clothing. She really didn't care what she wore, she had always deferred to Olivia's taste, which seemed excellent to her twin sister.
Olivia read all the magazines from Paris. Victoria preferred political journals, and underground papers put out by members of the women's party.
But Olivia was seriously concerned with the state of the house on lower Fifth Avenue, which had been uninhabited for two years, and seldom visited for several years before that. It had been comfortable once upon a time, and much loved long before that, but that had been twenty years before, and Olivia was sure that it wouldn't be easy giving it a welcoming feeling. It was, after all, the house where her mother had died, and she knew how painful her father's memories were of it.
And yet it was also the house where she and Victoria had been born, and a place where, not long before that, Edward Henderson and his young bride had been immensely happy.
After seeing to the amenities, and setting Donovan loose in all the bathrooms with a wrench in each hand, to tighten and loosen whatever needed it, she had Petrie drive her to the flower market
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