Harold cleared his throat gently.
“It’s really not that serious, Ellie,” he said. “Come on, now. My flour girl.”
Eleanor’s head snapped up.
And something crossed her face that I’d never seen before in nine years. Not anger. Something smaller than that. More private. A little wince. Like her husband had accidentally stepped on her toe in a nice restaurant.
Harold saw it too. His big face softened right away.
“Sorry, love,” he said quietly.
Flour girl.
Not flower.
Flour.
I didn’t know what it meant yet. Not really. But I saw that little wince. And I saw the way Harold looked at her afterward. And I knew what I had to do.
“Eleanor,” I said. Quieter now. “I need to see. I’m sorry. I have to.”
“Claire, please don’t. Please.”
“I have to know what’s in my house.”
I crouched down on the floor and picked up the closest bag. E-14.
My hands were not steady. Thomas came and stood right beside me. He put one hand on my shoulder. Half bracing me. Half bracing himself.
I pinched the little plastic zipper and peeled the bag open.
I was ready for a smell that would tell me my whole life was about to change. Something sharp. Chemical. Wrong.
Instead, there was almost nothing.
A faint, dry, nutty warmth.
Like my grandmother’s pantry in Cohoes on a hot afternoon in July. Like the inside of a cupboard where the oatmeal lives.
I lifted the bag closer to my nose and breathed in properly.
My eyebrows came together. I looked up at Thomas. Then at Eleanor, who now had both hands pressed over her face.
“This,” I said. My voice had gone strange and thin. “This smells like…”
I couldn’t finish.
I dipped one fingertip into the powder. I touched it to my tongue.
And I stared up at my ceiling while my whole panicked morning quietly rearranged itself around one very confused, very floury conclusion.
“It’s flour,” I said out loud. My nose was still practically in the bag. “It’s just… flour!”
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