#Chapter 22 Laundry Landmine

It was a simple interaction. I walked past a worker carrying warm linens, and the scent of lavender wafting off of them was calming. My linens didn’t smell like that, and I would like it if they did, so I stopped her. “Excuse me,” I said. “Do you work in the laundry?” “No, Luna,” the middle-aged woman said politely, “I’m one of the house maids. I might still be able to help you, though. What do you need?” “I wouldn’t call it a need,” I said. “I just wanted to know what laundry soap they used on those linens. It smells wonderful.” The woman’s face lit up. “Oh, it’s not actually the soap! They’re putting fresh lavender in mesh bags and putting it in the dryer with the sheets. They just started doing it.” “Oh, really?” I asked, my eyebrows raising. “Yes, ma’am! There’s more lavender in the garden than there used to be, and we’re all trying to find ways to use it.” “Hence the lavender scones,” I said, remembering the delicious dessert the cooks had made for us last nig