Jenny did not ask his name. She did not ask why he had been out in a storm. She simply took his arm—he was shivering violently—and led him into the kitchen. She sat him by the Aga, which she kept lit for her own tea, and wrapped him in an old cavalry blanket that smelled of mothballs and lavender.
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And Jenny? Jenny Blighe moved into the manager’s apartment on the first floor, the one her mother had once occupied. She no longer ate sardines from a tin. She sat at the head of the dining room each evening, at a small table by the window, and watched new guests arrive. Jenny did not ask his name