The Girl Who Sat Beside Her
Chapter 3 — At the Bedroom Door
The door to my mother’s room stood half open, and through the gap I saw something that stopped me as surely as her laughter had.
Juliet Marsh was kneeling beside my mother’s wheelchair.
She was one of the housekeepers — a quiet young woman I had hired some months earlier through an agency and had, in the manner of a man who does not truly see the people who clean his floors, barely registered since.
I would have struggled, before that afternoon, to tell you her last name.
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