In the guest room, after the head maid had left the room which was assigned to Mary, she looked at her brother, "When did you last speak to father, Emmet?"
"It must be weeks since I last received any letters from him. Why?" asked Mr. Harris, his words slow and careful.
Mary said, "Father sent this letter to me a few days ago. He said history was repeating itself and knowing not many things have repeated in the past, I went to the place where we were supposed to meet each other, but he never showed up. I was hoping I would find him here."
Mr. Harris shook his head, his head feeling almost doll-like with his neck stuck because of the lie, "No, we haven't heard from them. Invitations were sent out to everyone."
