Until the woman said her name, Ivy thought that she was here for Winnie. Ivy knew everyone who visited her — she was stingy with her address, as she had never been a person who enjoyed unexpected visitors. So she thought that the knock at the door belonged to a pregnant woman — even if she didn't look pregnant — who was seeking Miss Moony's services.

Ivy looked the blonde woman up and down as if she could discern what this person wanted. "Why," Ivy said — her tone was more statement than question, and she did not move to let the stranger in.