Longshadow by Olivia Atwater EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Olivia Atwater
- Language: English
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Abigail hurried after Dora, hiking up her skirts over her half-boots. Aunt
Vanessa’s servants winced and looked away as she sprinted through
Crescent Hill’s entryway, no doubt scandalised by the sight of Abigail’s
“Mum!” Abigail gasped breathlessly. “We have to wait for Hugh!”
Dora paused in the doorway. She turned back towards Abigail with a look
of mild recollection. “Oh yes, Hugh,” Dora murmured. “I begin to fear that I
am very terrible at this mothering business. I am sure that none of the other
ladies would forget their own son.”
Abigail smiled ruefully. “You can’t see him, Mum,” she said. “I know
you try to remember when he’s with us, but it makes sense you’d forget
sometimes. Anyway, it’s all right. I bet he’s down in the kitchens again. I’ll
go fetch him, if you’ll wait in the carriage.”
Dora smiled distantly back at Abigail. Most mothers probably smiled
more broadly at their children—but Abigail wouldn’t have traded her
awkward mother for all of the brilliant smiles in the world. “Thank you,
Abigail,” Dora said softly. “I’ll wait for you both.”
Abigail turned for the green baize door that led down to the kitchens.
Servants darted out of her way as she descended, faintly alarmed… but it
couldn’t be helped. Most people didn’t notice Hugh Wilder, which meant that
he could wander rather anywhere he pleased. Abigail had no such advantage
—though she technically knew of spells to make herself seem less interesting
to look at, she was not very good at actually casting them.
Abigail came out into the kitchens, where Mrs Montgomery currently
worked to plate more sandwiches. Aunt Vanessa’s cook was a short, brownhaired woman with broad shoulders and a military sort of bearing. Mrs
Montgomery did not particularly enjoy the idea of ladies entering her kitchen
uninvited—but she had always forced a certain politeness towards Abigail
regardless, during the few times that she had visited.
“Good afternoon, Mrs Montgomery,” Abigail said carefully, as she
slipped through the doorway. “Sorry to trouble you again.”
Mrs Montgomery glanced sharply towards Abigail, but she kept her tone
even. “You’re no trouble, Miss Wilder,” the cook assured Abigail.
Abigail snorted. “Many people would disagree with you, Mrs
Montgomery,” she said. “But I appreciate the sentiment. Mum and I are just
headed off, and I was hoping we could take with us one of your lovely…”
“Apple tarts,” a young boy’s voice cut in, very quickly.
“…your lovely apple tarts,” Abigail finished obediently.
Abigail glanced towards the corner of the room, from whence the voice
had originated. Her younger brother Hugh stood there, staring longingly at a
plate of apple tarts that had been set aside on the counter.
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