Delivery

“Mary Margaret,” Uncle Bertram called, rapping on the door and stepping in slightly. He looked at Kelly and then stopped in the doorway, as if he didn’t want the lady-in-waiting to see him enter Meg’s room.

“Yes, Uncle,” she called, standing, her eyes on the floor.

“Your mother asked me to give you these.”

She glanced up to see several envelopes in his hand. She could tell from across the room that none of them had even been opened.

Kelly jumped up out of her seat and made her way across the room to retrieve them. “Thank you, sir,” she said as she took them from him.

While Meg wanted to ask why they were never given to her in the first place and why it was okay for her to have them now, she didn’t do so. “Thank you, Uncle,” she said, dropping her eyes back to the floor.

She watched as his heavy shoes turned, thankful that he was leaving. But a few steps out into th