Mira’s POVAnn walked through the front door and stopped dead. She stood in the entrance and looked up, then left, then right, then up again, taking in the ceiling height, the staircase, the width of the hallway, the way the light came through the windows, doing a full, slow assessment with her eyes the way she did whenever she walked into a space for the first time and wanted to understand it completely.“Ann,” I said her name behind her.“Give me a second.”“You’re staring.”“I’m observing,” she said, still not moving, “there’s a difference.” She took two steps forward and looked into the sitting room. “Mira, this house is enormous.”“I know.”“Like genuinely enormous,” she turned to look at me, “how many rooms?”“I haven’t counted.”“You haven’t counted.” She stared at me, “You live here, and you haven’t counted the rooms.”“Ann, I just got here myself….”“How many staff?”“I don’t know exactly….”“You don’t know.” She turned back to look at the sitting room again, shaking her hea
Read more