"I was. My husband died a little over a year ago." She missed him dearly, she felt as though she always would, but at least now she managed to smile when she spoke of him. "That is how I became Manager." Most had expected Damon, the man who had been her husband's Assistant Manager to take over when he had died, but her husband had been clear in his will. She was to manage the speakeasy now. No one else.
"Oh," Madeline breathed as her gaze softened. "I'm sorry for your loss. He sounds like a wonderful man."
So Harriet wasn't married, in fact she was a widow, much like Caterina, and just like when Madeline had learnt about Cat's husbands, the brunette was a little lost for words. Death always made her feel uncomfortable.