Chapter Nine and a Half

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Joe, she is progressing at the rate implied in that book I told you about.
Make a decision. What do you want me to do?
—Jane

That was what was on that letter I had slid underneath one of the side castle doors to my partner, who paused and dashed away.
He would be back in a few hours from now with a response, as he always was.

I heard a couple of girls outside the door somewhere behind me, so I grabbed a laundry basket and started hanging uniforms up by clothespins. Normally, we would do this outside, but the given circumstances would not allow it. Not that I minded the odd situation—it meant that I didn't have to run needless errands for Madam Wellerman, at least.

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