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My Aunt. Chapter 20

Date: 1/15/2016, Categories: First Time, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

passed her, I greeted Mrs Wallace. She looked even more timid than usual tonight as she smiled weakly up at me. Once settled in her place at the head of the table, Aunt Helen vigorously rang the little silver hand-bell. The signal to begin serving dinner. It was Bethany who appeared and went straight to the sideboard where a large tureen of soup was keeping warm over a small flame from the oil wick which was burning beneath it. She filled a bowl and took it carefully over to Marjory Wallace, placing it in front of her then returning to the tureen for the next plate. I watched the vicar carefully as Bethany moved warily between him and his wife. I didn't see any movement, but Bethany suddenly frowned, narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. This time, she place the bowl on the table in front of Reverend Wallace without spilling a drop and moved sharply away. After she had placed two more dishes before myself and Lady Helen, Reverend Wallace clasped his hands and bowed his head. “Bless us, Oh Lord, and these thy gifts,” he began, “which we are about to receive from thy bounty. Through Christ our Lord, Amen.” “Amen,” we all repeated. I picked up my spoon and began to sip the hot consommé. It was delicious and I took a piece of hot crusty bread which Bethany had placed on the table for us and dipped it in the soup. It was heavenly. Both My Aunt and Reverend Wallace appeared to be enjoying the soup but the vicar's wife was barely touching hers, she was really just swirling it ... gently around the plate. “Are you all right, Marjory?” I asked her. “Is the soup not to your liking?” She jumped and dropped the spoon. “Oh, yes, It is very nice.” she said quickly, retrieving the spoon from where it had fallen on the table. “I just have a headache.” “I am sorry to hear that.” Aunt Helen had been watching. “Can I get you anything for it?” “No!” she replied sharply. “No please, I will be fine once I get to bed. Don't worry about me.” She sipped some more soup, “It really is delicious.” “Now, Reverend.” Lady Helen faced the Vicar. “We should discuss the matter for which I asked you here tonight.” “Yes, of Course, Lady Helen. A terrible tragedy.” The vicar put on his most pious look. “It seems a post mortem will have to me carried out to discover the exact cause of death.” Aunt Helen informed him, “But after that she will be released for burial.” “A P...post Mortem?” Mrs Wallace asked. “B...but didn't Doctor Harris already examine her?” “Oh yes, but he is not a pathologist, Marjory. He cannot issue a death certificate.” “Oh, I s...see.” Her hand was shaking so much she could not eat her soup, so she placed the spoon in the dish and rested her hands for a minute. I watched her with interest. I hadn't realised what a nervous person she was. I knew she was shy but... “Marjory. Are you sure you are all right?” My aunt asked her again. “It is all this talk of that poor woman. It is so distressing...” The vicar put his arm around his wife. “There, There, my dear. Calm ...