Debbie’s plan to ascend the viewing tower in order to send a few text messages was thwarted by measure of it being closed, so she headed off to catch a lunchtime train into Quimbeck, leaving Bonnie to head back to the café alone.
Feeling overawed by the thought of opening the café, Bonnie decided now was the time to start getting to know her uncle a little better. Brewing a large pot of coffee, she took a steaming cup and carried it up the ladder to his office grotto.
It was as she had left it, piled high with papers, documents and letters. Bonnie took a seat and started to go through them one by one.
To her initial surprise, the café had been in rude health. Profit sheets and bank statements—the balance of which now passed to Bonnie, according to the lawyers’ letter—showed a regular, c
