Peony nodded, "For your father eh? I hope that everything is all right with him." She would probably be leaving in a few days to go back home to her own father. "And your wife? Why is it she does not travel with you?"
As soon as Peony asked she regretted it. It was really none of her business, but it was too late to take it back now. She blushed a little and put her head down as she waited for Jean to answer.
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