The Pebblewick Chronicles - Chapter 10 - Saturday
Saturday Dorothy’s Delivery Dorothy had been in the shop since nine o'clock that morning. By now she no longer arrived looking quite so apprehensive. The nervousness had not vanished entirely, but it had settled into something more manageable. She still carried her notebook everywhere. She still wrote almost everything down. And she still approached every task I gave her as though the continued survival of The Salty Page depended upon its successful completion. That morning I entrusted her with a particularly important assignment. Reverend Finch's book. The volume on headstones had been sitting behind the counter ever since Scott delivered it on Thursday. I had intended to take it to Horace myself, but Thursday had rather escaped my control. A London solicitor, a church hall, a contested will, missing relatives, and the discovery of an unexpectedly valuable art collection had all proved more urgent than gravestones. So on Saturday morning I placed the boo...