“Grandpa kept a lot of records, you know. All his life. When the Paige Building was gone, he brought them home. He wouldn’t throw anything away. Uncle Paul says that Grandpa always felt that Paige Publications should have been a success, that it was ruined by those Fascist bastards from Washington. Uncle Paul says that Grandpa wanted to keep an archive, that the family would see someday that he was doing something fine with Paige Publications.”
Lindsey nodded.
Sarah resumed. “Then when Grandpa died, Uncle Paul says, the b***h burned everything.”
Lindsey waited.
“But Uncle Paul saved something.”
She opened her witch’s pack and reached inside. Carefully, one by one, she removed the nine objects it contained and laid them out in neat formation on Lindsey’s desk. They were a complete mint
