They seemed to think that was a first rate coincidence, especially Effie, the first sister I talked to.
Effie stood in the middle of the room, as if enthralled and after all the smiles and appropriate handshakes, took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"Don't be ridiculous, Effie," her sister muttered, but Effie paid her no mind.
Effie said, sniffing back a sob.
As she read, her sister Effie mouthed the words of the note from memory.
Effie Quincy sniffed as she pulled her chair next to Dean.
"She was answering to a higher power," Effie added.
Effie announced with obvious pride.
Effie put her hand to her chest, as if she might faint.
While Claire and the Deans were unnerved, poor Effie looked on the verge of fainting.
"You wouldn't remember to put your clothes on in the morning if I didn't tell you, Effie," Claire muttered.
"You could perhaps give Mr. O'Connor the little coins," Effie offered.
Effie immediately asked her about the missing portrait of the reverend and his wife.
Effie said with a trembling voice.
Dean stepped back and she hurriedly left the room, Effie close on her heels.
Across the hall were Effie and Claire, with Edith and her son in the rear bedroom.
Effie and Claire returned, followed in by Martha and Donnie, who had been playing outside.
Effie bubbled away to anyone who'd listen while Claire stood looking over the gathering with undisguised disdain.
Effie explained effusively how she and her sister had spent the day resurrecting their long lost great-aunt, whom Dean wondered if they were about to dub Saint Annie.
Claire took a seat offered by one of the climbers and proceeded to add to the sainthood by correcting every other sentence poor Effie tried to offer.
Just as batch number three of muffins was ready, Effie stuck her head in the kitchen, looking over her shoulder, even more nervously than usual.
When he didn't say anything, Effie continued.
Effie looked somewhat perplexed, but not satisfied.
According to Effie, she roams the halls at night.
Edith, Effie, Claire and Gladys remained in their rooms.
Claire made a beeline for upstairs while Effie tarried to chat with the Deans.
Cynthia asked out of politeness as Effie picked up a chocolate chip cookie with dainty fingers.
Effie brushed back her hair and looked down at the pages.
Cynthia gave him a quick look but Effie seemed unaffected by his sharp but true criticism.
"She was a prostitute," Effie said, and a slow smile crossed her face.
Effie just shook her head.
Effie Quincy was next in the hot seat, according to Fred.
It was Effie Quincy.
"What's the problem, Effie?" he asked.
Fred asked, but Effie just shook her head.
Effie just shook her head, turned without a word and hurried from the room.
Ryland made a beeline for his room, and the Quincy sisters tromped up the stairs, Effie giving a three-finger wave and Claire looking as if she'd punch out the lights of anyone who got in her way.
Effie Quincy stepped into the room, startled when she saw Dean, sitting there in his bathrobe.
Effie paused, tugging her quilt higher.
Effie snuggled deeper into the cushions.
She didn't seem surprised to find others in the living room and took a seat next to Effie, looking less a nighttime specter than an exhausted victim.
Dean ignored her question as Effie moved to look closer at the injury.