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the ladies withdrew while the menfolk made noise and rude smells with their cigars.

His aunt’s drawing room was furnished with more restraint than Ford would have expected. A small instrument with black and white keys, reversed from the usual, and too small for a piano. Ford wondered what it was, but did not ask. Several elegant but sturdy chairs, each different. A low table of some remarkable wood, sawn across knots and knurls to show the intricate graining. A single tall cabinet, its polished doors closed, and two graceful etchings on the walls but none of the cluttered knick-knacks her other mannerisms had suggested.

Madame Flaubert lounged in a brocaded armchair, a pose he suspected of concealing more tension than she would admit. She fondled a furry shape he gradually recognized as a dog of some sort. Its coat had been brushed into fanciful whirls, and it had a jeweled collar around its tiny neck. Two bright black eyes glittered at him, and it gave one minute yip before subsiding into Madame Flaubert’s ample lap. His aunt, on the contrary, sat upright before a tapestry frame.

“I remember your father,” Auntie Q said. “Hardly more than a boy, he was then. Seemed afraid of me, for some reason. Very stiff.”

Ford gave her the smile that had worked with other women. “If I’d been a boy, you’d have frightened me.”

“I doubt that.” She snipped the needle free and threaded a length of blue. “I know what your side of the family thinks of me. Too rich to be reasonable, too old to know what she’s doing, troublesome. Isn’t that right?” Her eye on him was as sharp as her needle’s ‘<point.

;.     Ford grinned and shrugged. “Spoiled, overbearing, r arrogant, and tiresome, actually. As you, without doubt,

already know.”

^     She flashed a smile at him. “Thank you, my dear. Honesty’s best between relatives, even when, as so .often, it is inconvenient elsewhere. Now we know where we stand, don’t we? You didn’t come to see a spoiled,

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overbearing, arrogant, tiresome old lady for the fun of

“Not for the fan of it, no.” Ford let himself frown. “It was actually curiosity.”