Dear Ms Hienrichs,
By the time you discover this note my squire Malus and I will be halfway to Bump on a mission of unparalleled importance. I shall be gone about 5 weeks. In my absence I have hired the services of Mr. Arnold to care for the properties next to yours. I apologize for this inconvenience in advance.
Sincerely, Emerson Lighthouse
there goes the neighborhood.
Bookworm reads the note, brought to her by Mrs. Pritchard, while reclining on the couch. “So,” she says, “we have a new neighbor for the next while.” She pauses, hearing a coughing from Mariah’s bedroom upstairs, and feeling weakness seeping into her bones.
“He won’t get a visit from us for the next few days, though. Dratted influenza.”