“Yes,” said Mama. “Much as I dislike the idea, yes, to both.”
The creak of a door cut off whatever Uncle Peter said. Sophia’s eyes flew wide and she scooted forward around the corner without thought, staying close to the wall. One of the Great Aunties was coming down the hall!
She sat petrified at the top of the stairwell, staring down at the parlor door where Mama and Uncle Peter were talking. Despite being closer she heard very little of what was said, too busy straining to listen to the sounds behind her, waiting to see what the Great Auntie would do.
Shuffling footsteps passed the head of the stairs and continued down the hall. A soft, barely audible squeak echoed loudly in Sophia’s ears and she forced herself to breathe after the bathroom door shut. The Great Auntie hadn’t seen her. Unfortunately, while she was out of sight on the way to the bathroom Sophia knew there was a chance she’d be visible on the way back.
She had to move. But which way? Up or down?