I stopped at Rosalinda’s Trunk. Mr. Sanderson gave me a weak smile. “Mr. Llewellyn, it’s all ready, and if I may say so, I think you’ll be very pleased with it.”
I examined it carefully, making sure the spelling was correct. “This is perfect. Thank you very much.” I handed it back to him. He polished it with a royal blue cloth, placed it in a slender box, and returned it to me.
I slid the box into the breast pocket of Granddad’s jacket.
“Thank you again. Have a good day.”
“Oh…er…you, too, Mr. Llewellyn.”
I walked past the reception desk. Phyllida must have left for the day; a man in his middle twenties had replaced her.
“Good evening, sir,” he said politely.
I nodded at him and continued down the corridor.
And then I realized what he’d said. Evening? I checked my watch and forgot all about my pounding heart. It was a quarter to six; I needed to get home and get ready for dinner!