A Tin of Old Photographs Revealed Why a Best Friend Kept Helping

I asked.

Mrs. Peterson shook her head.

“He said he only needs my word that you are reliable.”

She stood up, smoothing her skirt, and handed me the slip of paper.

“But you cannot let Harold find out about this, Alison.”

“Why would Harold care?” I asked.

Mrs. Peterson did not answer, she only patted my hand with her cold fingers and walked continue reading …