Blackstone Code

“Good afternoon, Lynch!”

Ms. Tracy entered Lynch’s house wearing a beautiful fur coat.

The fur, from an unknown animal, looked extremely smooth—just imagining running a hand over it felt silky.

The black collar paired with the shiny golden-brown fur made the coat expensive; many people might never afford it in a lifetime.

But it was just one of many winter coats she owned, likely to be discarded in a couple of years.

She’d give it to a maid, a servant, or relatives in the countryside—an efficient way to reuse.

It cleared out things without meaning anymore and showed off her generosity, which was good publicity for her charitable work.

A kind and generous person.

She took off her hat and handed it to the female attendant behind her, who looked about thirty, with a mature figure and a fully adult face.