Wednesday morning came within seconds of going to bed. We had coffee and toast, then I got ready to go to Overton. Cynthia looked wonderful in her see-through robe. She walked me to the door and gave me a gentle kiss. I may stop by to see my brother. Call me when you can. And Tim, I am very proud of you. It was a very beautiful afternoon, and the road to Overton is mostly tree-lined. A relaxing drive, to be sure. When I got to Overton, I went into the D.
Everything came to a halt when Mrs. Ouster, it is a pleasure to see you again. I must admit, I wish it were under different circumstances. We owe you a great deal of gratitude.
You will be compensated for your time. I am happy my services have done the job you requested. My compensation is seeing this goofball behind bars. The D. He said I could go back to Medford and would give me as much notice as possible when I testify. That was fine with me. I will be held in the civic center, so the people of Overton can attend. No speeches or anything boring. Just a celebration. When I got back to the shop, I was almost scared to look at the phone recorder.
But I was lucky, there were only seven messages from Lillian. I wonder what Lillian wants. The following morning was grey and brought drizzling rain. The front door opened and Miss Thompson from the library came in.
She was carrying two laptops and, as always, a cheerful smile. I needed to do a little personal dusting. When I got into them, they just needed a little maintenance. Nothing major, no one had taken care of them. They just had too much junk in them. I told Miss Thompson, if she has about thirty minutes, I think the laptops would be good for another thousand miles.
