She knew her aunt was used to rising earlier than the rest of the household, but Cat remained wary of disturbing the peaceful silence.“Enter,” came a quiet voice from inside the room. Cat opened the door and saw Aunt Hetty sitting in bed with her knees drawn up and a large book open in her lap.“Aunt Hetty?” Cat whispered, still mindful of the early morning stillness.“Cat? What are you doing up at this hour after your late night last night?” Aunt Hetty looked over her glasses at her niece.“May I speak to you about something?”“Of course, child, come in.” Aunt Hetty lifted her covers and beckoned Cat in. “Wiggle in here and tell me what it is.”Cat made herself comfortable in the warm bed as she thought about how to speak to her aunt.“I don’t really know how to say.”“Hmmm…” Aunt Hetty mused. “Does it have to do with Lord Revere?”Cat nodded.“I suspected as much. What about him?”Cat was careful with her words. “How should I know if I love him?”Aunt Hetty chuckled and put her arms about her niece.
