A short chapter to make you wonder. xo
When the bell over the door of the Oxford Mail chimed, Dorothea looked up. Tuesday walked in, looking, Miss Frazel thought, like death.
"You alright, then, Tuesday? You look like you've seen a ghost," Dorothea said.
Tuesday shrugged out of her coat and hung it on the hook by her desk. She raised her eyebrows at Dorothea, sat down, and pulled the cover off her typewriter.
"I don't want to think about anything today except the Oxford Ladies' Society's annual orchid show," Tuesday said dryly. She loaded a page into the machine and straightened out the ribbon. Dorothea rolled her eyes. Dramatic as always.
"Parcel came for you in the morning post," she said, and lay it on Tuesday's desk. "Cuppa tea?"
"That would be fantastic, thanks," Tuesday responded, not looking up from her typing. When Dorothea came back with two mugs, Tuesday took a sip and turned to the thick envelope.
"Were you expecting something?" Dorothea asked. Tuesday shook her head.
"Could be anything."