Bookworm returned from a singularly unpleasant meeting with Violet Solano, to find a telegram waiting for her. She skimmed it quickly, and her brow furrowed in concern. As she handed it to Mariah, she called out, “Mrs. Pritchard! Mrs. Sawyer!” They hurried in, and she continued, “I need to go to my parents’ home immediately. You can hold the fort, I trust?”
They nodded, and looked at Mariah. “I’ll go with her,” she said.
“Thank you.” Bookworm nodded, as she hurried upstairs to pack, trying not to think of all the unresolved situations she was leaving.
((Vacation time for me again! So a family emergency is calling me away IC’ly. OOC’ly, I’m leaving early Monday and heading to a family reunion, with stops in Yellowstone. *grin* Don’t destroy the place while I’m away!))