"What is it?" He looked up from his book at her.
Cecilia Adler chose her words carefully. "You know Felix Flynn, right? I promised to arrange a job for him today. Could you ask your dad to help? Something like emptying chamber pots or sweeping the streets—a really physically demanding job. The kind that leaves you so irritable after a day's work that you want to punch anyone you see."
Before Ian Quincy came back.
In the dead of winter, May Sutton would make her wash a new set of clothes every day.
She wouldn't even mention the undergarments.
She had to wash the outerwear too.
Especially the mink coat.
It had to be scrubbed with dry snow out in the snowfields.
In the bitter cold of winter, her hands would go completely numb.
