Verity gave Uncle Wallace a glance and a nod. She was incredibly fond of the old sleezeball. He'd always been nice to her, even though he was a bit forward with his comments. She let Margaret and Daphne lead her past the portrait and up to the apartment she shared with Oliver. She was dying to get into some clean clothes and crawl into bed alongside her...
"Oliver!" She cried out, then let go of Margaret and Daphne to rush forward and wrap her arms around her husband. The blanket that was wrapped around her fell to the floor, but she wasn't thinking about it.