We didn’t really watch much of Bake Off, if I’m honest. Between the kissing and then the fact that I dozed off before the showstopper, it was a quiet but fun night. And when I said good night to Santiago and made my way up to bed, I dropped off into a deep sleep that moved me into rich dreams of handsome police officers and murderous pens.
The next morning, though, I woke up refreshed despite my strange dreams, and I had an idea. I texted Santiago right away, and he gave me the go-ahead. So I sat in bed and wrote out my newsletter including a photographic sample of the handwriting we were trying to identify.
I talked about Ms. Agee, shared some quotes from her former students, and then told my readers that I was hoping to solve a little literary mystery by identifying the author of a set
