Sunlight streamed through windows framed by curtains that matched the napkin stretched across his lap. Joe looked across the table at Bess Jones, a vision in blue gingham, and wondered whether the pretty girl had forgotten how to smile. She’d certainly seemed unhappy when he slid into the Jones ...
The maid hurried in with a folded piece of paper that she presented with a look of urgency. She tucked her hands in her apron pockets. “The mister says I’m to wait for a response.” “All right.” Sadie opened the note and read Jefferson’s demand for an immediate meeting on a matter of great importa...