A fire blazed in the sitting room that for years had sat cold and abandoned. Delicate lace doilies, long relegated to a trunk, once again decorated the faded upholstery on three chairs in the center of the room. The stew bubbling in the kitchen added tantalizing aromas, but they were not quite strong enough to keep Martha from detecting the subtle scent of lavender when Aunt Hilda came close and took Martha’s cape. “I’ll just hang this up with mine and tell Richard you’re here. Have a seat. I’ll be right back.” Martha had scarcely sat down when Aunt Hilda accompanied her long-gone husband, hand in hand, into the room. If Aunt Hilda glowed any brighter, Martha suspected the woman’s face might burst into flames. “Here she is, Richard. You probably don’t recognize Martha,” Aunt Hilda said. “She was so young when you left, but you should remember her mother, Rena Fleming. She favors her, don’t you think?”
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