her one bit. And nowââ She stood, bracing herself against the wall.
âAnd now what?â Emmy asked.
âAnd now you know everything,â she said, giving Emmy an appealing look. âBut donât tell your parents. Or anyone else. Please ââ She put a hand to her forehead, swaying slightly. âOh dear â¦â
She groped blindly and staggered, her hand hitting the wall and sliding off. Emmy grabbed for the old ladyâs arm, but it was too late. Aunt Melly crumpled at the knees and slid slowly to the floor in a dead faint. Two blackened fronds dropped from the potted palm.
Emmy straightened her auntâs robe, tucked it around her legs, and sat back on her heels. âNow what?â she said for the second time that day. She opened the carrier door. âAny ideas?â
Raston breathed loudly through his nose. Cecilia twisted her paws together, looking anxious.
âI can think of one,â said Ana, hopping out with a flick of her tail. âKiss me, Sissy. Kiss me twice.â
Â
Aunt Melly was heavy and awkward to lift, but between them, the two girls carried her to the bedroom next door and tucked her in. Emmy drew the covers up under the old ladyâs chin, and Ana shut the blinds. Sissy lined up her slippers neatly on the floor. Raston jumped on her pillow to plump it.
âSheâs all worn out,â said Ana in a low voice. âI know how that feels.â
Emmy glanced up at the older girl. âYou do?â She smoothed the comforter over her great-aunt. âI mean, I know you were a prisoner with the other little girls, but I didnât think you had to do much actual work.â
âBut I was the oldest,â said Ana. âI had to take care of them. I taught them lessons, and told them stories, and tucked them in, and tried to keep them safe. I justâfelt alone, you know? Like it was all up to me.â
Emmy looked down at Aunt Mellyâs lined, care-worn face in sudden pity. âEverythingâs been up to her, too.â
âBut now,â said Ana firmly, âitâs up to us.â
âWeâll help, too,â said Sissy. âRight, Rasty?â
âYou bet,â said Raston. âGot any more pillows to jump on?â
Â
They began with the kitchen.
âItâs in the worst shape,â said Ana, âand weâll want to make something to eat after a while.â
âDo you know how to cook?â asked Emmy. She was at the sink, scraping crusted food off the dishes.
âI watched Mr. B do it for years,â Ana answered, making a clatter in the broom closet. She emerged, triumphant, with a bucket, cleaning rags, and a feather duster. âI can make toast and tea, anyway.â
âI can boil an egg,â said Emmy. She ran a sink full of sudsy water and began to wash the glass-ware, grateful that she had not always been rich with servants to clean up after her. Back before her father had inherited the Addison estate, she had learned to do dishes and vacuum and shovel snow and keep her room tidy. âAnd I can make grilled cheese and heat up soup. And once I baked cookies.â
âThere are cookbooks on the shelf.â Ana scrubbed at the kitchen table with energy. âWe can follow directions. How hard can it be?â
âCookbooks?â said Raston, twisting around to look.
âHold still, Rasty.â Sissy clawed holes in a rag for Rastonâs forearms and stuck feathers from the duster through the cloth. âNow you can dust the books in the hall. Just run over them and twirl around.â
Raston looked down at his feathered skirt with dismay. âWhat do you think I am, a ballerina?â
âWould you rather clean the grout in the bathroom?â Sissy held up a toothbrush.
âIâd rather bake biscotti! Why donât you let me be the cook? Iâve always wanted to make filet de boeuf !â
âCleaning first,â Ana said
Simon Scarrow
Mary Costello
Sherryl Woods
Tianna Xander
Holly Rayner
Lisa Wingate
James Lawless
Madelynne Ellis
Susan Klaus
Molly Bryant