âThis is Thora Lund. She was my grandmotherâs companion and housekeeper for many years. She elected to remain here on Bridal Veil after Grandmotherâs death.â
Mr. Morley tipped his hat and nodded. âPleased to make your acquaintance, maâam.â
Thora pursed her lips tightly and gave a throated growl of disagreement. Narrowing her eyes, she tried to look fierce. âIâll be watchinâ your every move while youâre on this island.â She wagged her index finger between father and daughter. âThese two may trust Yankees, but I know better.â
Mr. Morley ascended the final step onto the porch. âI assure you I mean nothing but good, Mrs. Lund. I am quite fond of both Boyd and Audrey, and I hope my visit will prove that I am your friend, as well.â
âHumph! If you think you can spout a few sweet words in my direction and Iâm gonna trust you, then you donât know Thora Lund.â Aunt Thora straightened her shoulders and shot a haughty look at Mr. Morley.
âWhy donât we all go inside to the parlor? Iâm sure you could use some refreshment after your journey, Mr. Morley.â Audrey ushered him toward the front door. âI canât wait to hear how the children have been progressing. And how is your wife? And Mattie? I havenât had a letter from Mattie in a while.â The men followed, but Aunt Thora remained in her rocking chair.
Audrey missed the Morley family, but she missed Mattie more than anyone else sheâd left behind in Pittsburgh. Even though Mattie had been the head housekeeper and Audreyâs supervisor at the Morley home, the two of them had become fast friends. Audrey cherished letters from Mattie. They were always filled with news and funny stories about the latest happenings.
âMy wife sends her regards, and youâll be pleased to know Mattie sent a letter. She was excited when she learned Iâd be visiting you and your father.â Mr. Morley followed Audrey into the parlor and withdrew an envelope from his jacket pocket.
Her heart swelled at the sight of the familiar handwriting. Never had she had a friend as dear as Mattie. Someone she could confide in and trust, someone whoâd stood by her and wiped her tears when the problems with her fatherâs drinking had been at their worst. Mattie hadnât judged or tried to solve Audreyâs problems, but sheâd listened to Audreyâs heartache and offered unyielding friendship. When Audreyâs father persuaded her to leave Pittsburgh, it had been Mattie who had offered encouragement and wisdom.
Audrey clasped the envelope to her bodice before she slipped it into her skirt pocket. âIâll save it for later so that I can savor each word.â The men smiled and nodded, but she doubted they understood. âIâll prepare some refreshments, but please donât exchange any news until I return.â
Her father chuckled. âYou donât want us to sit here in complete silence, do you? Perhaps you could ask Thora to prepare the refreshments. It would keep her busy.â
Audrey wasnât certain Aunt Thora would be pleased to prepare food and drink for a Northerner, but her father was correct. It would keep her busy. Audrey opened the parlor door leading to the porch. Aunt Thora glanced up when she drew near.
âThat Yankee still in there?â
âOf course he is. You would have seen him if heâd departed.â
âHumph! Never know about them Yankees. The way they sneak around, he could be anywhere by now.â
There was no way she was going to win this conversation with Aunt Thora. âIâm going to serve some refreshments. Would you like to help prepare them?â
âYou gonna serve that Yankee?â
âI am going to serve Mr. Morley, a friend and our guest, and I would appreciate your help.â
The woman rested her weathered hands on the chair arms and pushed to a
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