After seeing Logan off for the day, she tidied up the kitchen, donned a modest frock with a loose-fitting jacket and sat down at the table to write a note in her neat grammar-school hand. When the note was finished, she tucked it into an envelope, printed a name on the outside and slipped it into her pocketbook. Putting on her straw hat, she stepped out onto the front porch, locked the door behind her and set off down the road. She was doing the right thing, she assured herself. Her mother would be proud of her. And maybe now those tormenting dreams about Billy John would end. By the time she reached the Chinese bridge, her stomach was clenching like a fist. She’d convinced herself her motives were for the greater good. But even if her plan succeeded, the consequences could be disastrous. The worst of it was she’d be dealing with the last man on earth she’d have thought to ask for help. On Main Street, she window-shopped her way to the office of the Park Record. After making some inquiries, she left the envelope with the receptionist and continued on her way.
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