So the double doors at the end of the dining room opened.

Chapter 11 — Come In, Wyatt

Hattie stepped into the room.

She had taken off her apron.

That was the detail she dwelled on when she told me — how she’d gone upstairs beforehand and put on her good Sunday coat, the navy one, because she’d decided that if she was going to do this she would not do it dressed as the help.

She wanted to walk in as a person.