“Miss Caddell, a Danielle Allard for you. She’s calling from France.”
I quickly thanked my secretary and took the call. I was surprised that Danielle called me at work.
“Danielle, is that you? What’s going on? Is everything okay?”
My friend laughed.
“I should ask you! I haven’t heard from you for weeks!”
I sighed.
“I know, but you see, I’ve been very busy, and it’s not going to get any better, unfortunately.”
“I suspected as much, Madame Director, Well, Miss. Unless you went for a quick tour of Nevada, and you changed your status without telling me about it.”
The town of South Lake Tahoe, which I lived next to now, was on the border with Nevada. So there were White Chapels in the eastern part of the city.
“No, nothing to declare on that side…”
“So, go on, tell! How’s it going?”
