Now that the chapel is complete and she’s home in the evenings, she’s doing it all again. This time she’s painting Mrs. Holliday’s portrait. I’d forgotten how much of a disruption she is. I won’t be able to include that aspect of Miss Jayne’s personality in my column. No one would believe it.Still struggling to write his satire each week, Reeve had put together quite a collection of notes about Miss Jayne.Try as I might, I can’t seem to separate Marylee and Miss Jayne in my mind. At first, I’d only planned to use Miss Jayne as inspiration. Now, however, I find I study her constantly and she never disappoints. Every night she does something that gives me an idea for the story.Miss Love peeked into Reeve’s room.“Am I disturbing you?” She glanced at the papers on his desk.Having heard the numerous conversations between her and Miss Jayne, he knew her much better than he’d ever known any woman—other than Mrs. Dinwiddie—and the same went for Miss Jayne. But neither one knew it.“Not at all.”
