sometimes we canât control what happens as a result. The hired workers wonât talk to us, or sometimes they arenât as honest or they donât work as hard as a Shaker. Hancock has dwindled sadly; youâll see when you get there. They have had to hire an uncomfortable number of people from the world, who live and eat and work beside them. I need you to be my eyes and ears among those workers.â
âSounds like fun,â Gennie said. âJust please, please donât ask me to work in the kitchen. You know how I hate that.â
âNo more than necessary, I promise. They have two girls already, and the kitchen is one place the sisters still work regularly. I think the Fancy Goods Store might be the best place for you.â
Both women paused at the thought of Gennie stepping in for the dead girl.
âDid you ever meet her, Rose? Julia, I mean.â
âI did, just briefly, when I visited Hancock last autumn. I was in the store one afternoon, speaking with Sister Abigail about how well some of the goods were sellingâIâve always wanted us to open a Fancy Goods Store in North Homage, you knowâwhen this lively girl with blond curls came bursting in and began to chatter away. She must have talked for twenty minutes straight about her men friends and the dances they were taking her to. I remember she complained quite a lot about how few party dresses she had. She didnât seem to care that her audience was two Shaker sisters, who had no use for party dresses.â
âSounds boring,â Gennie said. âI hope I donât start doing that.â
Rose laughed. âI will be sure to tell you if you head in that direction. But, nay, she wasnât really boring, just . . .â Roseâs pale forehead furrowed as she cast her mind back to that day. âIn a way, she was charming. She wanted pleasure, excitement, the admiration of men.â
âWas she one of those spoiled rich girls? Iâve seen a few of them since Grady and I got engaged. Just because their people didnât lose everything in â29, they think theyâre better than everyone else.â
Gennieâs anger was apparent in her voice, and Rose understood. Gennieâs family had not been so lucky. Rose chewed a bite of her roast beefâreally, it was nearly as tender as a Shaker recipeâto give Gennie a chance to calm down.
âThough I do not know for certain,â Rose said, âI suspect Julia was just the oppositeâa very poor girl, whoâd had little gaiety in her life up to that time. She seemed starved, in a way, and starvation can sometimes lead one to grab more than oneâs share. I felt sorry for her.â Rose took a sip of water. âI could see, though, that she would have been immensely appealing to men, especially men of a certain type.â
Gennieâs fork clattered on her plate, and Rose smiled. âRemember, Gennie,â she said, âI am not such an innocent as all that. I have seen a great deal beyond my own villageâsometimes more than I wanted to. The world can be very cruel to its children.â Rose scooped up the last bite of mashed potato and forced herself to eat it. The waiter was instantly at her elbow to remove the empty plate. As he did so, his eyes met hers for a fraction of a second. She smiled at him, but he had already gone.
âSo do you suspect that one of these âmen of a certain typeâ killed Julia?â Gennie asked. âA loversâ quarrel maybe?â
âItâs possible,â Rose said. âIâll know more when Iâve spent some time at Hancock. But itâs an idea you might pursue more easily than I. Sister Fannie told me that most of the hired hands grew up in Pittsfield and have known each other for years. Try to get them talking about each other and about Julia.â
âYes, what a good idea!â Gennie almost bounced in her seat with
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