“Now Margo, I understand that you and Anise have grown quite close.”
“Um, yeah. She’s fun.” And I’m still waiting for her to take me to her bedroom and tie me to the bedposts,I didn’t say.
“Margo, I must ask a favor of you.” Miss Baxter placed her hand gently on my forearm. “And I must ask that you keep this conversation in your confidence.”
I straightened up, sensing a certain gravity in what was to come.
“I’ve known Anise a little longer than you have, so I can tell you that right now you are seeing the very best of her. I’m not a medical professional, but I believe that she’s in what’s called a manic phase at the moment. Anise had a bit of a tough time when she first came to live here.”
I thought back to the jab about scrubbing pots and Anise’s admission to almost burning the house down. I swallowed and then nodded slightly to let Miss Baxter know she still held my attention.