I was halfway back to Miss Lil’s house with a bolt of fabric under my arm when I came across Jimmy going the other way. I didn’t notice him at first. I was too busy thinking about Hannah and her father.
“Whatcha got there, kid? You makin’ yourself a dress?”
I shaded my eyes against the low morning sun. He was wearing the same shirt from the night before, but his coat was gone now and he was riding one of the bicycles the Pavilion Hotel kept for its stay-over guests. I doubt he’d asked to use it. He waved as he went by me and rocked his front wheel back and forth too.
“Hey Jimmy. Is Anne up yet?” I called back at him.
“Up and into town already.” He shaded his eyes too, steering with one hand. I never learned to ride a bike. It seemed a lot of trouble when you could just walk. “You came
