Queen of her Domain

She had liked it before, but didn’t want to have stronger feelings for the place. However, when the coach stopped, her heart fluttered and expanded. Here was a home free of overbearing stress or hovering solicitude.
Susanna Potter opened the door. “Welcome, Miss Locke.”
The aroma of food scented the air. She was transported back to Locke Hall and recalled visits to the kitchen with its friendly cook. Before life took a sour turn.
“Thank you, Mrs. Potter. It smells wonderful.” She handed her gloves and bonnet to the housekeeper and passed into the drawing room. The small improvements—freshly painted walls, a set of matching feminine chairs and a sofa appealed to her tastes. She ran forward to examine her mother’s favorite end table. Adorned with turned legs, the oak table had a small drawer with a brass pull. Most beautiful of all, her mother had worked a piece of needlepoint to cover the top. It was protected by a piece of glass. Back at Locke Hall, her mother had positioned it in pride of place in her favorite parlor, using it to hold the tea tray.
Maida turned to the fireplace. A smattering of coals glowed, keeping the house warm. However, above the mantle, Mrs. Potter had chosen to hang the formal portrait of Maida and Jacob their mother had commissioned about a year before she died. Maida turned away.
“I should get out my paints. Do something new to hang there.” She wandered into the dining room, then into the little parlor to admire Mrs. Potter’s arrangements but nothing captured her heart like the sight of her mother’s end table.
Tea waited for her on the tapestry table in the drawing room. She curled her feet up, queen of her domain, and drank deeply.

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