The QuestionsWhile I sat in my study setting up my Family fees for November, a letter arrived from Mrs. Trex at City Hall. “Amelia!”
The clack of her boots came up the hall. “Yes, mum?”
“I’ll need to go to Market Center after all.”
“Yes, mum.” Amelia closed the door.
I went back to the matter of Family fees. Thirty-three cents for my street, then ... I looked through my bank statements. Ten percent of the first and last months’ rent from that apothecary ... and that was it.
I hadn’t gotten any clients that month, or the last month either. Or, I suddenly realized, since before Jonathan Diamond disappeared.
It wasn’t entirely strange — I did sometimes go a spell without new clients, but I hadn’t gone almost three months without one for some time. I might have to consider new ways to ga
