Like A China Doll

Her parents were being terribly sweet with her and Karen was sure they were up to something. Daddy had never been so concerned about her happiness because he had always been convinced that she couldn’t be anything but happy. And then Mama was simply using her as an accessory; she hadn’t yet demanded any socially responsible activities or appearances of her.

This week Karen had been, “Karen our daughter- the artist who’s based in New England.”

She wasn’t complaining though. The tranquillity that came from this tip-toeing around her and the possible real reasons she was home gave her exactly what she needed; time to rest and draw.

Now they were in the SUV and Montgomery was driving them to the estate which had been in the Fox family for ages.