Mary dropped the newspaper in her lap, her forgotten cup of cider providing an invitation for insects to investigate its aroma. Absolved from all allegiance to the British Crown? Is this suggesting . . . No, it couldn’t possibly be, and yet . . .
Her head exploded in a pounding headache, the words making an endless circle in her mind. The Crown had always been present, its solidity in a strange world a barricade against the French in the last war. We struggle against each other, but it’s a family squabble . . . nothing that should sever our relations permanently. What have they done?
Mary stood, letting the newspaper fall to the ground, and walked back to the house in a trance. In the back parlor, Sally looked up from her book.
“Mame? What’s happened?”
“Truly, the world is upside down,” she murmured, “and nothing will ever be the same.”
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