“But she also showed him a confirmation email dated yesterday.”

I got up and went over to the refrigerator.

A small sheet of pale blue stationery was pinned under a brass magnet.

Vanessa had left it there when she visited on Sunday morning.

It was a list of local bakeries she wanted me to look over.

I slid the paper loose and carried it back to the table.

I laid it next to Margaret’s mug.

“Look at how she forms her letters,” I said.