Tabitha told Gareth after dinner. “What? And now I’m to listen to the two of you laugh at me all day and all night, too?” Gareth flew to the other side of his bedroom and looked out the balcony door. He always did that when he felt trapped. “We don’t laugh at you.” “I heard the two of you.” “You heard us laugh but not at you. Really, you should know me better than that.” Gareth eyed his young aunt. “I do know you. It’s her I don’t know.” “Their staying here will remedy that.” “I don’t wish it remedied. How will they stay? The house hasn’t held a guest in years. We only have Thompton and Sarah.” “Lord Gerald has hired more staff for the visit. Besides, they’re American. They have no clue if what we do at dinner is proper or not.” Gareth flew to his trunk and got out his suit of armor.
