Lyla paled. She turned to Sasha, her hazel eyes wide with horror. “No dogs. No gentleman callers. No gallivanting. No Wi-Fi.” Sasha shrugged helplessly. Miss Adeline gestured to the far wall. “You will find postcards at your disposal in the writing desk.” “Well, thank goodness for that,” Lyla said. “I was starting to regret not bringing my carrier pigeon.” “No pets,” Miss Adeline said.
