Chapter Twenty-NineMaria
Next morn as I washed and dressed, I pushed it all from my mind. I stayed busy and did not think about it till I absolutely needed to.
As Maggie brewed coffee, I settled in at the table to read the Gazette. James took the cup Maggie poured for him and went to fetch the post. “Look at this. A newspaper in Britain, the Observer, has begun publishing on Sundays,” I read from a column on the front page.
“Bah! Blasphemy. Leave it to Mad George to let them get away with it.” He bent down to retrieve a letter fallen through the mail slot. “As I live and breathe, a missive from king of the Feds himself.”
My heart thrashed about. James approached the table and slit the letter open with a knife. I tried not to appear anxious, but held my breath as he took his time readin
