C87 A PRESENT FOR THE GOVERNESS

Emma could smell Melvina as she sat waiting on the beautiful couch, even before she appeared through the doorway to the sitting room. Her scent always reminded her of something fresh; a fresh Bloomington flower. She committed it to memory to ask of the name of the older woman's skin products. She thought her soap or perfume, whichever one it was, was refreshing.

"Emma.