"Y-yes," Anna said tearfully with a docile little nod. "There is so much we need to speak of..." she trailed off as a third voice called down from the stairs. She looked up and saw a pale, skinny person scantily glad standing on the landing. A quick look at her children told they'd been caught at something... so what was it? Harry had a mistress in the house, and his little sister too? A mistress who looked like a twelve-year-old.
So her son liked them young. She glanced at Mary, who could pass for about that age too if she wanted, though her curves were there... maybe the girl had gotten thrown over for younger sport. Anna's mind spun with calculations, but she could wait to see where this led. She watched Mary's outburst and fought back a smile, covering her face with her kerchief instead. Her darling children, they really did make life so easy sometimes.