When she had been ushered into the elegant drawing room, Helen and Elizabeth greeted her. Virginia had not been surprised to discover that Helen did not really want to consult about a mirror reading.
“Elizabeth wants to talk to you,” she had said. “I hope you will be kind enough to answer her questions.”
Virginia had expected Elizabeth to ask questions about her talent. Instead, the girl wanted to know about their father.
“I have a photograph, too,” Elizabeth said. “It was taken on my parents’ wedding day. Papa looks quite handsome.”
Virginia thought about her own precious photo. “Yes, he was a fine-looking man. But what I remember is the energy around him. When he walked into a room, people were immediately aware of him. They greeted him warmly. Everyone wanted to be his friend. For his part he was gracious to one and all, high and low.”
Helen paused her teacup in midair. A wistful smile fluttered around her lips. “That’s true. Robert always treated those who served him with respect. They, in turn, would have done anything for him.”
Elizabeth sat forward eagerly. “What else do you remember about him, Miss Dean?”
Virginia smiled. “Please call me Virginia.”
Elizabeth brightened. “Thank you. And you must call me Elizabeth. Everyone else does, and you are, after all, my sister.”
Virginia waited for Helen to dispute the relationship, but she said nothing. She took another sip of tea instead, and waited for Virginia to continue.
“Very well, then, Elizabeth,” Virginia said. She thought for a moment. “Your father—”
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“Yes,” Virginia said. “Papa was always cheerful. I do not recall him ever losing his temper. When he came to see us he brought me presents.”
There was no need to explain that the small gifts were intended as silent apologies for all the broken promises and all the times that he had failed to visit.
“Did he take you to fairs and museums?” Elizabeth asked.
A forgotten memory flitted through Virginia’s head. “I remember a trip to a museum when I was your age. Papa wanted to show me some artifacts that he believed were infused with paranormal energy.”
“That must have been exciting,” Elizabeth said.
“It was. That was the day he told me that I had a baby sister. He said that he looked forward to showing you the artifacts when you were old enough to sense the energy in them. He said the paranormal was part of our heritage and that we should understand it.”
“He talked about me?” Elizabeth asked.
“Oh, yes,” Virginia said. “He was very fond of you.” She looked at Helen. “And of your mother, too. He was proud of you both.”
Helen raised her brows at that.
Virginia smiled at her. “It’s true. As my mother once told me, in his own way, Papa loved both of his families.”
Virginia took her leave a half hour later. Helen saw her to the door.
“I hope you will come back to visit Elizabeth again soon, Miss Dean,” she said. “Please know that you are welcome in this house at any time.”
“That is very kind of you, madam.”
“Call me Helen,” she said.
“You must call me Virginia, as Elizabeth does.”
The butler opened the front door. Virginia was surprised when Helen followed her onto the front step and out of earshot of the servant.
“He was not a bad or evil man, was he?” Helen said quietly.
“No,” Virginia said. “Papa enjoyed life.”
“Perhaps to excess,” Helen said dryly. “But in his boundless enthusiasm for it, he was careless of the happiness of others.”
“Yes.”
“He never wanted to consider the consequence of his actions, and he never was called upon to do so. He got away with that attitude because he could charm the birds out of the trees as well as every woman in range of his smile.” Helen shook her head ruefully. “I swear, that was his true psychical talent.”
“You may be right,” Virginia said.
Helen fixed her with an intent look. “But I will say this much for him, he fathered two fine daughters, of whom he would have been proud. Thank you, again, for your kindness to Elizabeth.”
“She is my sister.”
“And we are forever linked as family,” Helen said. “Do not forget that.”
Virginia looked across the street and saw Owen lounging, arms crossed, against the side of the gleaming black Sweetwater carriage.
“As it happens, I am to be married soon,” Virginia said.
Surprise flashed across Helen’s face, but she recovered quickly and smiled. “Congratulations.” She glanced across the street at Owen and the sleek carriage. “Dare I ask if that is your fiance?”
“Yes. Mr. Sweetwater.” Virginia raised a hand to signal Owen. “I will introduce you.”
Helen watched Owen straighten away from the carriage and start toward them across the street. “Sweetwater. I think I have heard of the family. It’s an old one, I believe. But I know nothing about them.”
“The Sweetwaters rarely go into society,” Virginia said.
Owen smiled at her. He was halfway across the street.
“Can I ask you a personal question, Helen?” Virginia said.
“My daughter asked you a great many personal questions today. The least I can do is answer one for you.”
“Knowing what we both know about my father, it has occurred to me from time to time that while I’m sure he always intended to provide for me, it is unlikely that Papa actually got around to doing so in his will.”
Helen did not look away from Owen. “I don’t know what you mean, Virginia.”
“Even if he did remember me in his will, I cannot imagine that he went to the trouble of ensuring that I would attend Miss Peabody’s School for Young Ladies in the event of his death. He would have assumed that my mother would be around to take care of me. I’m sure it never occurred to him that there was a possibility that I would be orphaned.”
Helen sighed. “It was not in Robert’s nature to plan for the future, nor did he like to contemplate the prospect of his own death. He lived too much in the moment.”
“You were the one who saw to it that I went to the Peabody School, weren’t you? You were the one who paid the fees all those years and made certain that when I graduated I received a bequest to see me started in life.”
“It was only a small amount,” Helen said. “I should have done more for you. But it took me a long time to overcome my own pain and anger. You see, I loved Robert with all of my heart. I believed he loved me. I never realized that he had a second family until the day I was informed of his death. It came as a great shock.”
“But you nevertheless made certain that I was not sent to the workhouse or a charity orphanage. You ensured that I was given a fine education and taught proper manners. You gave me what I needed to survive as a woman alone in this world. I will always be grateful.”
Helen smiled. “Nonsense. I may not possess any psychical ability, but my intuition tells me that you would have survived quite nicely on your own resources, Virginia Dean. You are a woman of many talents.”
And then Owen was there and Virginia was introducing him to Helen and a very excited and curious Elizabeth, who came rushing out the door to meet him. There were congratulations on the forthcoming marriage and promises to attend the wedding.
Eventually Owen took Virginia’s arm and escorted her to the waiting carriage. He handed her up into the cab, got in and closed the door.
