Casey sat at the opposite end of the table from Lavinia. Or she would be if Lavinia wasn’t moving around to accommodate her.

It began with her pulling the chair out for Casey and doling out food for her. Lavinia had left the room briefly but she quickly returned carrying a multitude of drinks.

“Would you prefer wine? Water?” She put the drinks down on the table. “I also have things that younger people like.”

Younger people. Casey allowed ...