Dinner had been quiet. Other than Louis, displaying his rather impressive mathematical skills by counting every bite he took, there had not been much conversation. Jane had not complained, of course, as she had a natural preference for quiet meals.
Once the table had been cleared, she had stiffly hugged her nephew goodnight and she had retreated to her room. She had not been tired, but she had been desperate the evade her sister's constant worried looks. Something about Vera's guilt-filled eyes had made her uneasy.
Sitting on the bed, blankets covering her legs, she started at the wall opposite her. She had never noticed, but they seemed to be the exact color of her own bedroom walls.