Philippa Rowle was, in many ways, her father's daughter, and this meant she was no fool: all was not well with her mother. She was also smart enough to know that her father had no interest in being reminded of it.
Father had changed, in the past couple of years, and while still not exactly attentive, his affection felt to her now more like something she had to earn. When she was young, it had been perfunctory, but now? Now Pippa worried that it could be lost.
And so, her reply was standard, simple, and not at all likely to make waves.
Father had changed, in the past couple of years, and while still not exactly attentive, his affection felt to her now more like something she had to earn. When she was young, it had been perfunctory, but now? Now Pippa worried that it could be lost.
And so, her reply was standard, simple, and not at all likely to make waves.
13th June, 1895
Dearest Father,
I am pleased to learn of the arrival of my new sister Cassandra. I am eager to meet her at the conclusion of my time at Pendergast's this year.
Of course, I should never think to dally if so directed. I understand entirely.
With duty and affection,
Philippa
Philippa
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