In her smart town car, with plenty of money and with young Mrs.Grewe at her side, it was almost impossible to resist the adorable things she discovered.

"No wonder Amy bought too much." But there they were, all Amy's belongings, and to be rid of each table, each chair, each rug, meant the most careful thinking.
"Nevertheless," she told herself.

"That apartment upstairs is to be my own home." In the meantime her new occupation was working out wonderfully as an excuse for not going about in the evenings.

She was so dead tired every night.

No need to feign fatigue, it was real.