Ceylon didn’t know he was gone until a maid brought her a note. It read, Dear Mistress Ceylon, I’ve deemed my face healed enough to dare popping in on my mother. Thanks to Mistress Anne’s remarkable cosmetics I daresay she won’t even notice. Then it’s off to explore the tropics. I thank you greatly for all your help and hospitality. Your servant, O. It was very abrupt, and Ceylon couldn’t help but worry as she folded the paper. She seriously doubted Odell had a mother anywhere near the city. Whatever he was up to, it was bound to involve more than the light hearted lark he made it out to be. Still, she didn’t know what she could possibly do to help. “What’s this? Why the frown?” Anne asked as she popped into Ceylon’s workroom and sorted through the cupboards. After a moment she withdrew her own stash of cosmetic supplies and set up her equipment. The concealer she’d used to cover Odell’s bite mark showed remarkable potential to cover facial scars, and she was perfecting it.
