Caroline Brooks – The $10 and the Wooden Box
Probably.
But I suspect she would have been most astonished by the sight of an ordinary Thursday with no immediate disaster to manage.
I took a bowl of soup from the refrigerator and sat at the table to eat it slowly.
My phone lit up with a message from Thomas.
He had found a copy of one of Walter’s old notebooks.
It contained pages of shopping lists, addresses, and reminders.