Work went smoothly. There were no jerks to piss me off, and Mara had either had a night off, or called in sick. I suspected the former thanks to my double shift. Not that doubles were that bad, considering it only meant I had to dance twice. And, as a bonus, I made it home with no headache, and no more letters, and no more appearances from men I might have made up anyway.
But when I locked my door behind me, I saw the letter where I"d left it before work. It was almost as if it had called to me and demanded my attention. I sighed. There really was nothing for it. I needed to do something about it, even if that was categorically deciding I wasn"t going to do anything and then burn it.
I picked it up and studied it again but learned nothing new from its single page or envelope, that wasn"t
