CHAPTER SEVENMargaret Thackrey
Pulling out of Silverton for the last time, Margaret felt a pang of loss. It was such a satisfying town, small enough to allow most of its people to know each other, but large enough so they didn’t live in each other’s pockets. She had paid a last visit to the bank and converted her cash to travelers’ checks. Louise, to whose cage she always went, was a bit teary-eyed as she counted the checks and fitted them into their cases.
It was the same at the dress shop, where she paused to bid goodbye to the elderly clerk, as well as at the grocery store. There she had filled her ice chest and put in fruit juice and cheese and cold cuts for sandwiches, as the clerks came, one by one, for a last farewell. If there was anyone in Silverton who was not sad to see her go
