Morning light poured through the tall dining room windows, laying warm rectangles across the long table. Mrs. Barnes had outdone herself despite the night before, or maybe because of it. There were fresh scones, sliced fruit, eggs kept warm under silver lids, and a pot of tea steeping at her elbow. She hummed as she arranged napkins, already dressed in pale linen, the tiny lines at her eyes softened by a good night's sleep. She was in great mood. Mr. Barnes sat at the head of the table, paper folded to the business section, reading glasses perched low on his nose. Juliana picked at a grapefruit across from him, her wine-red gown swapped for a silk robe the color of cream, her hair still perfectly styled from the night before. Elaine sat to Mrs. Barnes' right, in her signature jeans and basic top with a cup cradled in both hands, saying little. Footsteps sounded on the main staircase, slower than usual. Ray walked in first, hair damp from a shower, dressed in dark jeans and a gray
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