According to her father, Tyler was still in Boston so she could stop worrying. Patience finished working on the next-to-last section of her thesis and leaned back in the padded vinyl booth. The paper was basically done. Next to it, the journal beckoned. She hadn’t tuned in to her grandmother’s adventures in over two weeks, not since her digging had lead to the discovery of what she believed to be Lucky Sims’s murder. She had skimmed the pages, of course, looking for more information, but Addie had rarely mentioned Lucky again, except to say how much she missed her. And she never found out what had happened to her friend. Patience cracked open the faded tapestry covers of the book, savoring the connection to a long-dead relative she admired. The month was September. Addie’s life was changing now, heading in a new direction, her words filled with the first glow of love. Sam Starling. Patience turned the pages, saw the name again and again. Sam and I went to a moving picture show.
