60 When enemies meet (1)

"I swear if one more person visits us empty-handed and fills my ears with their memories of Desmond I will lose my mind," Katrina sighed as one more carriage left their property. "Only a few of them came with money and gifts to try and cheer me up. If only I could turn away the ones who come with nothing. Close the door, James." 

Katrina's feet were sore from standing around conversing with visitors who came to give their condolences. Her mouth ached from having to put on a fake smile and her eyes had bags from the number of tears she forced out. 

"This is only the beginning, baroness. There will be a lot of people coming to act as if they care about the baron. Should I send for more comfortable shoes or perhaps, turn away anyone who comes and say you are mourning?" James gave two suggestions.