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“So lovely to have children about,” Mildred Mackenzie murmurs as they sit in the drawing room watching the Keatings at the foot of an impeccably-dressed Christmas tree.
Cathy catches Caro's eye from where she’s kneeling with Dora and Ivy at the doll’s house. Caro lets Cathy hold her gaze while she breathes her mother’s judgement in -- since you’re unwilling to give us grandchildren, these will do -- and out. As if her mother has ever found a child -- even Caro herself -- “lovely.”
“Esme,” she says, standing. “I must run to Jenner’s for a pair of gloves. Like to come along?”