Lady Pierce attended to Madame Margot’s every need as she recuperated from the “attack” she’d endured from angry spirits. While anyone watching from outside the seance would have seen Margot throw herself into the display case and deliberately cut herself on glass, the participants believed it to be real.
Lying in the sick bed, she picked at the food, eating a bit of this, a bite of that; a lack of appetite meant she was still recovering.
To play on the Lady’s sympathy meant being on her game and not missing a beat. Weakly, slowly, painfully, of course…
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