The Honesty of Not Knowing

She was still in the south sitting room when Maeve came in.

Mid-afternoon — the specific hour when the light shifted in this room, the angle changing so that the tree in the garden corner went from being lit from the front to being lit from the side, showing a different dimension of what was there.

Maeve looked at her.

"You've been in here since noon," she said.

"Yes," said Lenora.

Maeve sat.

She