I already knew that Anise’s training schedule was very demanding, and we didn’t get to see each other again for several days. When I finally came back to the door of Miss Baxter’s boarding house for our date, it was Miss Baxter who answered.
“Hello, Miss Baxter.”
“Good morning, Margo. Anise will be down shortly, but I was hoping we might have a quick chat before you two go off on your adventure.”
I nodded. The corners of Miss Baxter’s mouth had turned up slightly. I had only been working for her about a week now—mostly stocking the pantry and getting things ready for when girls started moving in—and I already knew that this was about as close to a smile as she got. So when she led me to her office and asked me to close the door, I was only slightly nervous instead of completely freaked
