the Wednesday before Whitsun, at None
Master Joseph was counting his ledger again last night. I was sweeping the ashes and I saw his brow furrowed up tight and I thought my heart would stop right there in my chest. I scrubbed the yard twice today just to keep busy so he wouldn't look at me.
Nota scribaeShe kept wiping her hands on her apron and glancing at the door while she spoke.

The numbers do not lie. Someone has been careless, or worse.