The old man grew anxious. He had finally found a healthy, capable old woman with no family to tie her down, and he was planning to have her manage his household. With this disruption, who was going to do all the work at his house?
......
Cecilia Adler finished her errands and returned to Old Mrs. Jocelyn's home.
Old Mrs. Jocelyn had already boiled some water, and Cecilia washed up and went to bed.
Ian Quincy was unaccustomed to the new environment and kept tossing and turning. One moment, he would lift Cecilia's head to rest on his arm; the next, he'd have her rest on his chest. Nothing felt right.
The wooden plank bed creaked with every movement.
It only made him more agitated.
Old Mrs. Jocelyn cleared her throat. "Cecilia, you two stop fooling around. At my age, I can't be listening to that creaking noise."
