She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. Thames did not try to cheer her. The wings stopped. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield.
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