Forty-Nine – 13 Miller's CourtIt made no difference whether or not the Irish lass' guardian was watching outside. We were inside 13 Miller's Court, the door closed and latched. A man's heavy coat, hung over the window in place of a curtain, prevented anybody seeing in. I doubted, too, whether any light from inside could escape. I nearly laughed at the thought as I eyed the girl. I knew for certain she would not escape.
But I'm hurrying the story again.
Even as I think of it now, the thrill returns. I found myself in a frightening paradise. I stood with a woman alone in her private room; outside of my auntie, I'd never been in that situation before. Never, since I'd taken on that sacred job, had I had solitude, warmth, and a seemingly endless amount of time in which to work. It was almost
