On Wednesday Claire woke early, unable to sleep for worrying. Would Jimmy remember to give Anthony her letter? Anthony said he trusted Jimmy, but would that stretch to passing clandestine messages, or would the bartender being curious, slit open the envelope, and read? Would the teller at the bank—the same one her father banked at—inform him she had had withdrawn all the money and closed her account? The hundred unknowns that could thwart their plans had crowded sleep from her mind.
"You"re looking peaked this morning," said Mr. Dudley when he came toward her, paper in hand. "Feeling under the weather?"
"I"m fine, sir, just had a restless night."
The worried look he shot her just about broke her heart. She was going to miss him, this patient friend of her father.
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