Thirty-three:
Sinead Byrony
Sometimes, the Queen liked to have me help her choose the flowers that would go to the green house. With Tommy in the hospital, she had been fretful, ordering servants about, and snapping at people in a way that she usually didn’t any longer. When my Ma was too busy, I would try to help her as much as I could. Ma at the moment was tryin’ to get the gardens ready for the big, flower festival that we had every summer. Which meant that smaller tasks like helping with one of the Queens moods went to me.
“Now, I would like to make sure that we have an abundance of Spring Squill, and Wild Cherry, and----” she paused mid sentence, taking a moment to look around the green house. Queen Nora heaved a big sigh, and I stopped next to her, dropping my pen and pa
