Which was why Mr. Kimmel was poking at her chest.Norma had brought up tea, iced with little cubes that she had dug up from the freezer. Mrs. Carpinson...gave Mr. Kimmel iced tea because he'd asked for it. Norma doubted very much if she would ever tell her to carry up the tea for the black person who lodged next door. Norma was always confused when she thought of this because the black lodger was always much nicer to her. But she had learnt to be silent. Silence, or a good whacking.The tray had. "You know that your Mom has to be told, don't you? Shall I tell her, or will do it?" I will," I whispered.TELLING MOMI dragged my ass upstairs, knowing that I had to tell Mom but uncertain of just how to do it. She was cleaning house, whistling as she worked."Hi Mom, why do you sound so happy?" Oh, I made a lot of money last night. Two guys wanted everything. Hell, if you had been home, we could have gotten a King's Ransom for your cherry," she said with a laugh. "And how was your evening at. "I've sent everyone away." Her hips swayed as she moved, and the thin fabric of her gown clung to them, exposing the outline of her form beneath the bell-shaped dress."What?"She looked up and down the hall, towards the shadows that huddled in corners, making bold lines in the crevices of the wood-paneled walls. "All of the servants," she said softly. "All of them. I gave them all an evening of leave. I told them to visit the village fair." She smiled faintly, and then looked up at his face. Her. ”Nod. Great. I’d never used alcohol in a hypothetical before, but I was fairly sure as the drink hypothetically pumped through her veins, it would serve to lower her defenses.“I start talking about Marcie.”Nod. Another tear trickled down the side of my sister’s face, but I pressed through. You don’t make an omelette without breaking a few hearts.“I ask what the last thing you guys talked about was.”Nod.“What do you say?”My sister paused, and I panicked. If she woke up now she might think she.