Ms. Parish holds her curiosity for a few moments longer, though she's not particularly interested in what she's saying. No, she's more interested in what she's doing — namely, acting rather calm for a woman plucked from her own home and transplanted here, of all places. What motivation could someone of her age and grooming possibly have to engage a stranger in a place such as this?
She follows Ms. Parish's glance toward the room, taking stock of its occupants herself. It's not the first time Adele has done this, but now it is with the hue of what Ms. Parish might be seeing.
"Indeed," she answers, feigning indifference. "It's quite the collection."
And she means that in the most literal way possible. She is well acquainted with collectors and their peculiar habits.
"Adele DeWitt," she says, taking the other woman's hand with a touch less grace than she would were she in her office and at her best. "I wish I could say the same, but I'm rather not enjoying my time here."
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She follows Ms. Parish's glance toward the room, taking stock of its occupants herself. It's not the first time Adele has done this, but now it is with the hue of what Ms. Parish might be seeing.
"Indeed," she answers, feigning indifference. "It's quite the collection."
And she means that in the most literal way possible. She is well acquainted with collectors and their peculiar habits.
"Adele DeWitt," she says, taking the other woman's hand with a touch less grace than she would were she in her office and at her best. "I wish I could say the same, but I'm rather not enjoying my time here."