It was a beautiful room. It had always been one of her favorites. Probably because she had spent many happy afternoons there with her Grandfather and brother putting on made-up story plays and learning bits and pieces of stage magic.
She distinctly remembered the morning her brother had perfected the trick of pulling a sovereign from her ear. The smile on his face had lit up the room.
Now Tamara gazed at her brother and saw her own high forehead and cheekbones reflected back at her. They both had their mother's wide almond eyes, but Tamara alone was gifted with her fair skin and coloring. William looked more like the Ludlow side of the family with his black hair and sharp aquiline nose. He's very proud of that nose, Tamara thought. William believed it made him look distinguished.
Wistfully she wondered what had happened to the carefree boy William had been, how he had become so grave and serious, and haughty as a show pony. She didn't know when the change had taken place, but by the time he started University he had no longer had any time for Tamara or their grandfather, Ludlow.
