It was the same setting as three weeks before. All the Aunts and Uncles were gathered again and the black crape hadn't even had time to be pulled down.
My sister's bags were already backed and downstairs by the back door for Milton to load into Aunt Agatha's car when the service was done with. My bags had been dutifully packed by Nanny as her last duty before she left for France for a new position.
I felt terribly sorry for my sister, as I was to be going to Aunt Dahlia's first. I didn't like the thought of being without her, but at least I had Angela to play with. Aunt Agatha didn't have any children of her own yet, but she did have a good riding stable and there was a violin tutor in town.
Suddenly I was very angry at my mother.