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“Oh hell.” She frowned at him. Easy for you to be gracious, now Roland’s dead and you don’t have to worry about your precious braids anymore—But somehow the harsh thoughts didn’t have any fire behind them. She crossed the six feet between them. “Uncle.” He did his best to return the hug, although he winced somewhat. She leaned her chin on his shoulder. “I’m pleased to see you. I think.”
“It was all her idea,” he said, jerking his chin over his shoulder.
“Her? Why—mother!”
The revolving door ejected another late guest who seemed to be walking with a slight limp. Bundled in a voluminous gown and leaning heavily on a cane, she glowered truculently about the hall for a moment, then spotted Miriam and beamed.
“Hello, dear! You’re looking every inch the princess tonight.”
“Hah.” Miriam walked forward and kissed her mother on the forehead. “Wait till you meet my disreputable friends.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, dear. We’ve got a family tradition to uphold, haven’t we?”
“Indeed.” A thought struck Miriam. “Where are you staying tonight? I’ve got a suite here. Olga, if you don’t mind—”
“I do mind,” said Olga. “If you want me to give up the guest room, I demand the imperial suite here!”
“But you know that’s booked—” Miriam began, then the doors revolved again and her eyes widened. “What are you doing here?”
“Is that any way to greet a friend?” Paulette gri
“This is Brill’s fault,” Olga confided. “When she heard about the party, she began plotting—”
“Yeah!” Paulie agreed enthusiastically. “We couldn’t let you keep the limelight all to yourself. Say, is that really a gaslight chandelier? Isn’t that amazing?”
“Children, you’ll be late for di
She gently moved them in the direction of the dining room, steering Angbard discreetly. Miriam followed behind, arm in arm with her mother, and for the first time in months she dared to hope that the worst was behind her.