"Such an interesting girl, Mistress Widdowson." Mab acknowledged, and set her cup down on a coaster on the side table beside herself, leaning forward a little and resting an arm across the higher arm rest, giving a very Cleopatra vibe as she relaxed.

"New but reconnecting. I must confide I find myself in a similar situation. So much can change when years pass us by." Really she didn't look all that old. She had a kind of agelessness about her though so perhaps that explained it.