Vincent, Poor, Sweet, Vincent

The nurse gave no indication of having opened Margaret's note, but must have in order to know to reach her here. Not that it mattered, it wouldn't even matter if this woman wrote to everyone in Stikney about the baby. And Vincent, poor, sweet, Vincent, was what in the clouds? She wept until she forgot why she was weeping, and then she remembered and started again. The hundred wasn't enough for all the staff who'd helped her and had been so kind, so discreet. So she hatched a plan and asked Lionel to send someone to burgdorffs for ten different silver spoons, each with a separate receipt. Ali agreed to leave $100