*Constance*

Harriet came inside the room just as I was preparing to leave.

“Where are you going?” she asked, concerned that I had dressed myself…again.

She set down the tray with the tea and forced me back over to the window.

“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to push back in the other direction.

“You’ve got this thing on wrong!” she declared while undoing the strings I had so carefully tied.

“What do you ...