~ part five ~
By loving George, had she gotten everyone killed?
She swallowed hard and stared at the large painting of the English countryside near where she’d been born. Shaking her head at herself, she took down a serving plate and transferred the muffins on the plate. Alice returned.
“Why didn’t you tell him about Benoni?” Alice asked.
“What’s to tell?” Em asked.
“You let everyone think you’d had some dalliance with . . . someone exotic and . . .” Alice said. “History records you as having a ‘questionable’ sexual past.”
Em set the plate of muffins in Alice’s hands to shut her up.
“Then, who was Benoni’s father?” Alice asked.
Em gave such a sad shrug that Alice kissed her cheek. Em poured the last of the coffee into a serving thermos and started the coffee maker again. She’d just pressed “Start” when they called for her. Rearranging her face from worried to smiling, she went into the dining room for breakfast with the family.
“Em promised to tell us what she did to the Putnams,” Alice said when she entered the room.
Em laughed and took her place at the table.