“After you left the shop, I decided to do as you wanted me to. I shall go back to Mottville, and afterwards Peggy and Lafe will come to me. I’ll keep my promise and won’t see Theodore. I hope you will make him happy.
Jinnie Grandoken.“
Molly crushed the paper between her fingers.
“Don’t do that,” commanded Theodore sharply. “Give it to me.”
“It’s mine,” murmured Molly, lacking breath to speak aloud.
“Give it to me!” thundered Theodore.
And because she dared not disobey, she slowly extended the letter.
With deliberation the man spread out the crumpled page and read it through slowly. Then once more he took up his own letter and perused it.