I find myself in a pickle, Rachel offers strawberries
So consumed I was with how to handle this new errand and its dangers, that it wasn’t until I got all the way downstairs and out the front door that I realized I had in fact completely forgotten the task which Mr. Bringhouse had laid upon my shoulders to bring up with Dr. Sharp—namely, to strike up new opportunities for tin-coating and related services, which might in time lead to still other opportunities with him and perhaps among other folk in Black Town who could pay as handsomely. But there was no way I could tromp back up those stairs and face Dr. Sharp again on such business. Pride forbade it. At the moment what was more important to me was to find my way back to The Paladin, where old Tapper and the tin wagon were parked, lest t
