Emily watched and waited under a spreading elm at the edge of the Green as the late summer sunlight filtered through the cloud cover. All along she’d wondered where the money for this excursion was coming from, especially considering the Curtises’ sparse lifestyle, the shape their home was in, and the fact they didn’t even own a car. From all indications, the answer was still hidden in the envelope tucked in Emily’s jacket.
Soon enough, Harriet hurried out of the bank, passed through the white colonnades and stopped short. From her vantage point, Emily could see that Harriet continued to struggle with her slip-sliding mail. As she fumbled around, Chuck, the balding security guard, came to the rescue with a clear, plastic shopping bag. No surprise on that score. Predictably, Chuck was eage
