Sumpter
and Sumpter, Solicitors and Attorneys, 15C,
said the sign.
Susannah Ashendon glared at it as she
stepped into the elevator, on the last leg of her unwilling journey to see her
solicitor— and cousin— Farley Sumpter.
Farley knew she hated coming to the city
just now. He could quite easily have mailed whatever papers needed signing or
brought them over to Oakhurst himself on his way home— but then, of course he
wouldn’t. He’d be much too scared she’d drag him twice round Yosemite or whisk
him way over to Yellowstone and feed him to Old Faithful. In fact, he probably
thought Old Faithful was at Yosemite,
like the bears.
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