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Memphis, Tennessee
Dece to the details of her appearance as she hadn&039;t done for months Her personal maid had run off weeks before, and she had neither the wit nor the will to hire another So she spent an hour with the curling rods herself - as she had in the years before she&039;d been kept so lavishly -her freshly rinsed hair
It had lost its bright gold luster over the long, bleary autu back its shine, what pots of paint to select to put false color in her cheeks, on her lips
She knew all the tricks of the trade How else could she have caught the eye of a inald Harper? How else had she seduced hi her his ain, all of thee hi that must be done
He hadn&039;t come, in all this time, in all these months, he hadn&039;t come to her So she&039;d been forced to send notes to his businesses, begging hinored after all she had done, all she had been, all she had lost
What choice had she had but to send rand Harper House where his pale wife reigned Where a iven him all he could ask, all he could want? She&039;d traded her body for the comfort of this house, the convenience of servants, for the baubles, like the pearl drops she fixed on her ears now
Small prices to pay for a man of his stature and wealth, and such had been the liive her But he&039;d given her ained for The loss of it was more than she could bear
Why had he not corieve with her?
Had she complained, ever? Had she ever turned him from her bed? Or mentioned even once the other woiven him her youth, and her beauty And, it seemed, her health
And he would desert her now? Turn away from hernow ?
They said the baby had been dead at birth Stillborn, they said A stillborn girl child that had perished inside her
Butbut
Hadn&039;t she felt it row vital under her heart? In her heart This child she hadn&039;t wanted who had becorew inside her
The son, the son, she thought now as her fingers plucked at the buttons of her gown, as her painted lips formed the words over and over
She&039;d heard him cry Yes, yes, she was sure of it So for her to come and soothe him
But when she went to the nursery, looked in the crib, it was empty Like her as empty
They said she was , she saw the way they looked at her But she wasn&039;t mad
Wasn&039;t mad, wasn&039;t mad, she told herself as she paced the bedroom she&039;d once treated like a palace of sensuality
Now the linens were rarely changed, and the drapes always drawn tight to block out the city And things wentHer servants were thieves Oh, she knew they were thieves and scoundrels And spies
They watched her, and they whispered
One night they would kill her in her bed One night
She couldn&039;t sleep for the fear of it Couldn&039;t sleep for the cries of her son inside her head Calling her Calling her
But she&039;d gone to the voodoo queen, she ree She&039;d paid for both with the ruby bracelet Reginald had once given her The stones shaped like bloody hearts against the icy glitter of diaris she kept under her pillow, and in a silk bag over her heart She&039;d paid, and dearly, for the raising spell A spell that had failed
Because her child lived This was the knowledge the voodoo queen had given her, and it orth more than ten thousand rubies
Her child lived, he lived, and now he ed
Reginald must find him, must pay whatever needed to be paid
Careful, careful, she warned herself as she felt the screa at her throat He would only believe her if she remained calm He would only heed her if she were beautiful
Beauty seduced men With beauty and charm, a woman could have whatever she wanted
She turned to the race She didn&039;t see that the red gown sagged at the breasts, bagged at the hips, and turned her pale skin a sallow yellow The ht eyes, and the harshly rouged cheeks, but her eyes, Amelia&039;s eyes, sahat she had once been
Young and beautiful, desirable and sly
So she went downstairs to wait for her lover, and under her breath, she sang
"Lavender&039;s blue, dilly, dilly Lavender&039;s green"
In the parlor a fire was burning, and the gaslight was lit So the servants would be careful, too, she thought with a tight smile They knew the s