Come on in -- [ her voice lifts from behind the wood. she knows his monosyllables by rote, and feels a stab of cheer to hear him at the door. peggy is wrapped in silk while she continues her convalescence. unless she's leaving the room for the day, the (modest) pyjama set is simply less hassle. and yet her hair remains immaculate in its curls and pins. and her make-up is not a smidgen out of place.
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a narrow, oblong wooden case sits on the table. ]