"My maid took care of me," she said quietly, looking down at her hands that now clasped in front of her. Color flooded her cheeks because she remembered the day her sister showed up and how ill she was when it happened, and how the girl did not seem to care about her illness. "My brother came to see me and brought me a book, but I didn't want them to come around because I didn't want papa to get sick... you know how his constitution is around the sickly." Everyone did. Then she sighed and admitted, "I live in town now, not far from here."