Chapter 27 The Knox
The Knox
February
Idaresay, Peter is utterly besotted with Vivian—and was keen to prove it to her last night. My bedroom windows fogged up more than they did during the swinger parties Graham threw in the seventies.
But—all is not as it seems with that woman.
Rose senses this, too. Last night, when she heard the two of them return, she cupped her ear against the bedroom door to take a listen.
A touch improper, perhaps—but who could fault her?
She’s been in quite the dry spell for some time.
Not since…well, it’s not for me to disclose.
Once Peter nodded off, Vivian subjected me to a rather unexpected degree of scrutiny.
She opened my doors, peered into my rooms, examined my internal contents.
While I might ordinarily find such audacity intolerable, I confess to being slightly curious about what she was seeking—and who she is.
I still cannot determine why she strikes me as familiar.
She’s quite lucky, really, that Rose was also soundly asleep, and that she didn’t accidentally wander into Graham’s private chambers.
(He has been in residence here, convalescing, since his recent heart attack.)
Familiar though Vivian may seem, she remains a guest—an outsider. And would be well advised to conduct herself accordingly. The last guest who dared wander my halls in the dead of the night had the distinct misfortune of stumbling upon one of the sacred scrolls.
Let’s just say our members did not take kindly to this transgression.