A Proper Young Thief: Chapter 22 :A Striking Resemblance

A Proper Young Thief

M.K.Barry

Chapter 22: A Striking Resemblance

There was something about that kid that bothered Tiller.

Not that he had don't anything. Well, no that wasn't true. He had done something. He had snuck in with Ella, came up through the well. That would be enough to warrant some questioning at least. But he hadn't really dont' anything after that. He had run out gotten a job making deliveries for an apothecary.

Nothing strange.

The strangest thing about the kid was that he looked so young, and was living in an inn. Tiller knew that a job as a simple delivery boy didn't make enough money for a kid to stay in an inn.

But he hadn't caught him, and the king didn't care about some brat, likely a runaway, who lives in an inn. For all Tiller knew, maybe he worked at the inn as well.

It wouldn't work to just go in and ask though. Though it couldn't really be proven, the inn was heavily involved with Ella's band of thieves. There just wasn't any proof on it. And everytime any guards went looking for her there, they found nothing. They didn't even go anymore. There was hardly a point. Their unsuccessful raids on the place just made the guards look like fools.

He had had more success. He had found out that the old armory had been Ella's hideout. Well, one of them anyway. But that hadn't been used since he had found her there that one time. Since she had escaped from him.

“Damnit” he swore under his breath. He looked around carefully to see if anyone had paid attention to him. He was on the street, following that kid again. Luk, he had heard him called. Maybe he would eventually lead him back to Ella.

I had her neck in my hands. I could have killed her, I was going to, and then all this damned stuff would be over. Without her, the others have no idea what they're doing. Now all I have is an empty armory, and that kid.

There was something that bothered him about the kid, and he couldn't figure out what it was.

Luk turned down a street, to pass by some food stalls. A normal thing. He quietly followed him, and saw that the whole street was crowded more than normal. The normal smells of mutton and cakes were there, of course, but he could smell new, strange and sweet smells that he didn't recogonize.

Sometimes, travellers came and sold new foods here. It was generally expensive, but worth a look. But he wasn't here to try new foods, he was here to find out more about that kid.

Maybe he could find Ella through him, but likely not. If he knew where she was, if he was important at all, he would be better protected, and wouldn't need to work as a delivery boy. He likely wouldn't bring him to Ella. But right now, he had no other leads, and that kid bothered him for some reason.

He watched the kid carefully, though he only stopped to look at a collection of baked treats at one stand. Tiller stopped at a stand a few paces away, and pretended to look at some smoked meat. The kid was talking and pointing at something on the table.

“Can I help you.”

Tiller glanced up and looked at the man minding the stall. He had a nasty, greasy look to him. His hair was thing and scraggly, and his eyes were tiny.

“No.” Tiller muttered, and talked away before he could shoot dirty looks at him. He could go ahead of the kid a little, and he wouldn't notice. He kid hadn't notice him at all since he had been following, so he wasn't too concerned.

The kind was passed some kind of fancy pastry, with berries in the dough, and a sweet icing drizzled over it. Coins passed hands, and he picked it up and held it before his face for a moment, admiring it before taking a bite. His eyes grew bright, a type of excitement overcame his features. The kind of childish joy over small, simple things that sometimes sticks around until well after a child has grown up.

Tiller tripped, and walked past the kid as quickly as possible, dashing through the alley.

He knew why the kid bothered him so much. He reminded him of Lissa.

He put his head down, pulled his cloak down, and left, making his way to his “home.” Every now and then, something or someone would remind him of Lissa. A toy she might have liked. A game she might have played, or something she might have said to someone. But that, that look that the kid had had on his eyes, his features...

“Even his coloration.” Tiller muttered, “He looked just like her.”

But Lissa was dead. Lissa was likley a murdered, overcome by the powers of something he had hidden with her years ago. Dead because he had to leave her alone. Dead because he had wanted something. Dead because he, a thief, had wanted to do something worthwild.”

She was dead, and it was all his fault. He couldn't even have the pendent anymore. Even if he did do as the king wanted him to, he had nothing left. No family, no clan, no pendent. Nothing. Not even a damned legacy.

Ella was a better thief, a better leader than he ever had been. He had been no kind of husband, no kind of father.

He ducked into an ally, leaned back against a brick wall, tilted his head back, and rested his hand over his eyes. He had to calm down, he couldn't break now, and bring attention to himself. He couldn't just well in self pity, he couldn't even mourn properly for his daughter.

He wasn't allowed to. There was work to be done.

I'll never be able to. He though, I'll never know where she's buried. She's a murderer. She's buried in some shallow, unmarked grave somewhere. In a few years they might plant potatoes over her body.

He took a long, deep breath, and went back out into the street, hurrying home.

A Proper Young Thief: Chapter 21 :Manners

A Proper Young Thief

M.K.Barry

Chapter 21: Manners

Lissa watched her mother's face, watched her eyebrows, which were strangely thin and sharp looking now, raise up in a look of sudden surprise, then lower. She watched her mother's lips, unnaturally red, a strange look for her, press together and become thin. She was much thinner than she remembered, and her hair was twisted and pinned to the top of her head.

Her mother looked so much more severe than she remembered. Sharper from the soft motherly person she remembered. She wore a tight dress of red silk that looked decidedly uncomfortable on her, especially since Lissa know that her mother had always been the kind of person who cared more about being comfortable and being able to move in her clothes than looking good.

But she always looked better then than she did now.

“Hey, Mara! Package.”

She stood up, and turned to face Len, “Oh, how nice. And who's this adorable little boy?”

Len shrugged, “Delivery boy.”

“And have you given this poor boy anything for his troubles yet?”

Len laughed, “Look, around here, we don't give a kid extra pay for just doing their job.”

“Well, where I'm from, if someone's nice enough to bring something over to you, you at least offer them something to drink. Or are there no manners in the city?”

“...Mara, it's a delivery boy.”

“And I'm supposed to forgot all the manners, and the common curtsies that I leaned just because I'm in the city now?” She gave Len a hard look, which to Lissa's mind wouldn't have worked if she hadn't had those sharp eyebrows. “Now, go get me a bottle of wine, and a couple of glasses so that I can show this poor boy the proper manners that I was brought up with.”

There was a long moment of tense silence. Len looked like he wanted to snap something at her, and despite the fact that she was standing very tall and still, Mara looked very unsure, and a little afraid.

“Of course, anything that Lawson's wife desires.”

“Then get to it.”

Len scowled at her, but turned quickly, slamming the door after him.

Lissa took a step closer to her mother. “... mom?”

“Oh gods lissa.” She whispered. She ran up to her and grabber her in a tight hug.

“Mom.. what are you doing here?! You're Lawson s' Wife?”

Mara gave Lissa a tight squeeze before letting her go so that she could see her face. “ I”m so glad you made it here safe. How long did it take you? How long have you been here? How did you get-”

“I.. I got here just fine mom. I'm ok. I have a place to sleep, and I have job... of sorts. I'm ok... why are you here? Why are you Lawson's wife?!”

She sighed, and pulled Lissa by the hand over to the table. And let her sit on the bed. The bed was softer than any that Lissa had sit on before, and she was surprised when she sunk so deep into it.

“It wasn't my idea.” She muttered, “I didn't really have a choice, the way things were going there.”

“What do you mean, the way things were-”

“Lissa, you, the servant of Lord Marshal, were accused of killing a noble. Lord Marshall had no children left, the plans he had made with Lawson were ruined entirely. So, they hatched up another plan.”

“That involved you marrying Lawson?”

“Yes.” She said quietly. “I Marry Lawson, and come here. Lord Marshall marries Lawson's daughter, and she moves in with him.”

“But I thought that Lord Marshall couldn't have any more-”

“He can't.” She said. “ That doesn't matter. Turns out, Lawson wanted to rush things because his daughter is pregnant.” She gave a soft snort, “That's why he was so willing to go along with Lord Marshall's plans.”

“And you?”

“Well, Lawson still wanted compensation. Lord Marshall got a new, younger lover, and Lawson got a new bride.” She shrugged, “Me”

“Why did you agree though?”

“Lissa... if I didn't, Lord Marshall wouldn't have kept me around anyway, and I wouldn't have been able to find any charity in the town now, given that I was married to a thief... and that everyone thought my daughter was a murderer.” She sighed, “Lissa, I would have starved or frozen on the streets.”

Lissa couldn't help it, but in her mind, she remembered sleeping in the woods, as it got colder and colder, as she got hungrier and hungrier. Stealing from that inn never felt more right then it did then.

BUT if she found her own way through that, why couldn't her mother?

She refused to let herself think on that. No, not while she at least had her mother back. Besides, she had an idea.

“Mom, you dont' have to stay here.” she said.

“Of course I do, I'm married to-”
“No! There's better.” she gave a large smile. “I found auntie Ella. Auntie Ella, and the whole crew, That's how I got into the city.

Mara's face grew blank, and she paled, “You found...”

“Yes, they're all alive.” She grabbed Mara's hands and squeezed them, “They dont' know about dad, but they don't know for sure he's dead.” She smiled broadly, “Look, we can leave, I'm sure they can find a place for you, you don't have to stay here, and-”

“Lissa. I'm married.”

“Ok, yes, but that Lan guy said you weren't' his proper wife, so-”

“That just means.. Nevermind. You'll learn when you're older what it means.”

“Well, it doesn't matter. You don't love him, so come on, and -”

“Lissa, the only person I love, the only person I ever did love, was your father.”

Lissa was silent for a moment, “Yes, I know that.”

“Lissa. I'll never love anyone else again. This. Being married, being used... IT doesn't matter anymore, because I did love someone, and I'll never love again. This is just a means to survive.”
“but-”

“And you want me to leave, to go run off with that Ella bitch, and leave this, to live in some rundown shack, cooking, no doubt, for a bunch of thieves?” She shook her head. “No. I'm comfortable here. I look like a fool, but I can rest. I dont' have to run around and work myself ragged here. There's even a garden in the back that I can work on if I want.”

“.. But, you won't have to-”

“Lissa, I like it here. There's things I dislike, there's things I like. This is the best place I've been in since your father died.” She gently pried her hands from Lissa's.” I'm not going to give it up.

“He could still be alive.” Lissa whispered.

“Who?”

“Dad.”

Mara shook her head, “If he was still alive, why didn't he come back for us?”

Lissa took a deep breath, nodded slowly, then stood up. “Then stay here.” She snapped, “Be Lawson's half wife, or whatever you are. I'm leaving.”

“What, and you think hanging out with thieves is any better than what I'm doing? I'm at least respectable!”

Lissa got up, and went to the door. Len was just coming back in as she was reaching for the handle.

“I brought the wine-”

“I have to leave.” Lissa grunted. She turned and gave a quick bow, “I humbly thank Lawson's wife for her hospality, but regret that I have other things to attend to.”

She stalked off down the hall. Behind her, she heard Len mutter something, then run after her, obviously intending to show her out properly.”

M.K.Barry

A Proper Young Thief: Chapter 20 :Brothel

A Proper Young Thief

M.K.Barry

Chapter 20: Brothel

Lawson's house was a large, red townhouse, squat between two other houses, one of grey stone, and one of wood. She had expected the house to look less classy. From what she had heard bout Lawson, from what she knew, she expected the house to look like a brothel, though she didn't know what a brothel looked like. She had half imagined scantily clad women to be lingering outside the building, pulling men into what she had certainty imagined as a shady and dark doorway.

She didn't' imagine a place that looked like a nice respectable family might live there. It was made of red stone, the doors of were plain wood, smoothed out nicely, with matching shutters on all the windows. The windows on the second floor were open wide, but all the ones on the bottom were closed.

She almost felt a little disappointed.

She jogged across the street, ran up the three marble stairs to the door. A simple brass knocker, a simple circular panel with the ring hanging down with no decoration, was the only adornment on the door. She reached out, an gave it several quick knocks before standing back from the door. A moment passed, and then the door glided open. There was a tall man on the other side, very pale, and very pretty, with long brown hair, and no facial hair. He had the look of a skinny person who had recently gained a lot of weight. He looked down at Lissa, staring for a moment.

“You look a little young.” he said in a high, feminine voice.

“Pardon?”

“Of course, it's no problem if you're young, just most kids dont' know what they're-”

Lissa felt her face redden quickly, “I' just here to deliver a package.” She snapped.

“Oh.” He said. He opened the door wider, “Come in then, don't stand out there cluttering up the door.”

Lissa talked through the threshold, and into the front room, which was done up like an inn. He went behind a wooden counter, and opened up a book. “Ok, who is this one for?”

“Lawson's new wife?”

“Oh!” he quickly closed the book, “Sorry, I assumed it was a present from one of the regulars. You'll have to go see her then. I can take packages for the girls, but not for the family.”

“That's fine.” she said. She realized that she didn't have any paper, and that the apothecary hadn't given her anything to have signed. She hoped that the new wife would be nice enough to give her a note or something.”

“Ok, to get to her room, you-” His voice faltered as footsteps echoed out from the hallway. They turned just as Lawson himself, looking just as old, just as alert as he had when she first saw him. He glanced quickly at her, then at the man.

“New customer, Len?”

“No, just a delivery boy. Package for Mara.”

Lissa twitched. She had been about to turn to Len, and demand to know just who he meant. It couldn't be her Mara? It couldn't her her mother.

“Good enough.” Lawson said, “ If this doesn't loosen her up, I'm going to have to send away from the islands for something. Good gods, you'd think she had ice in her-” He glanced back at Lissa, “Nevermind... Sorry kid, used to having older, more, shall we say, experienced people around here?” He shrugged, then turned to Len, “Go on, take him to Mara. I have other things to attend to.” He went to the desk, and picked up a slender book.” I just needed this.” He turned on his heel, and strolled back down the hall.

“Come on then. Let's hurry. I have to get back here in case anyone shows up.” Len said. He sounded hurried, but at least not mean. He gave Lissa a quick smile as he passed her, “this way kid.”

Lissa followed him down a hallway, with numbered doors on either side. From two of them, she heard grunts and moans, but the others were quiet, save for one where she heard two women talking and laughing. The floor was covered in a long, threadbare carpet of purple and black, and the walls were all of polished redwood. Between every two doors, there was a table with a pottery vase, with a collection of flowers inside.

At the end of the hall, there was another door, with a large lock on it. He took a key from a chair that hung around his neck, and quickly unlocked the door. On the other side was the entrance to what looked like a proper house, but it looked the same as the brothel. The same wood, the same carpets. They entered through was was a side door in a large entryway, with a single staircase leading up to the second floor. A large set of double doors with large stained glass windows were at the other side, casting coloured light onto the carpet. Obviously a separate entrance going into Lawson's proper house, which she had not been told about.

Rather than take her up the staircase, Len led her behind the stairs, towards a small door, tucked away in the corner.

“... His wife lives here?”

Len nodded, “Yes. Until she pleases him, she sleeps here, Afterwards, she can share a bed with him.”

“That's horrible!”

“.. why is it? He doesn't want to share a bed with her if she's frigid. Besides, she's not being mistreated.” He knocked the door twice with the back of two fingers, “Mara? You have a package.”

A moment passed. Lissa heard a click come from the door. Len waited a moment, then opened the door, and stood aside for Lissa.

Inside, it was a small room, with the same carpet and walls as the rest of the house. A small bed sat along one wall, a plain wardrobe stood alone on the opposite wall, and between them both was a vanity, with a large oval mirror on it. Lissa could see her own reflection in the mirror, next to the reflection of her mother, who was sitting, her back to Lissa, at the vanity.

ok. after a lot of just getting things organized and figuring stuff out, the new chapter will be THIS SUNDAY.

more delays

ok

So, between sickness, troubles with work, and a variety of crap I've had to deal with I am well behind on my story. Also, because I am travelling now for Christmas, I won't be writing a lot. SO, the story is on hold until the new year.

the good news is that it will seem less that just random stuff happening, and a real plot will surface again.

apologies.

-M.K.Barry

A Proper Young Thief: Chapter 19:Magic

A Proper Young Thief

M.K.Barry

Chapter 19: Magic

Lissa slowly made her way to the west side of town, carrying the package in her arms. No one was paying her any mind, no one was bothering her. She was left, unhindered, to go to Lawson's house, and deliver the package.

“He's not going to recognize me.” She thought to herself. “HE's probably not even going to see me. He likely has someone there to get deliveries and open the door and scratch his arse. He likely doesn't answer the door himself.” She took a deep breath, then took off running down the street, bumping into a man, who smelled of ale as she did. He turned and shouted, but she paid no attention to him. She ran until she was breathless, stopped, started walking, then ran again once she thought that she could. The houses gradually got nicer, the streets got cleaner. Then, there at tall, stone wall with an iron gate before her. The gate was open, and It was unguarded, but despite this, no one seemed to be going though the gate, not unless they had business. Everyone was carrying packages, or leading horses, or had the look of someone very busy, running off.

She entered the gate. The houses on the other side lacked the look and smell of decay from the other. Most of the houses were built with stone, not wood, the streets were cleaner, and though she couldn't see as many people, the few that were here looked cleaner, were dressed nicer.

“The rich side.” She muttered. She guessed that the west side was the rich side of town then. Not surprising, really, if Lawson was supposed to be here. He wasn't a lord, but he was rich, and well off enough for Lord Mintas to try to arrange a marriage between his son, and Lawson's deformed daughter.

After she got further into the rich part of town, Lissa realized that all the houses were big, of course, and she couldn't remember if the apothecary had told her anything about it. She slowed down, and stood amid delivery boys, merchants, and men in fine clothes with doll-like women at their sides. She needed to ask someone, but all these people were rushing around so fast, and looked like they wouldn't give a moment of attention to someone like her. The thought of just walking up to someone and asking for directions made her slightly sick.

'Delivery boys' she thought. She had seen a lot of them, all she had to do was find another and ask. She scanned around, and after a moment, she saw a young boy, running towards her, carrying a package in his arms.

“Excuse me.” She said as he passed by her. He stopped and turned around, staring at her. He was a younger boy, perhaps only a few years younger than she was, but it showed, he still looked like a little kid. After a moment, she realized that she had used her normal tone when she had spoken to him. She lowered her voice, slightly, and without the guttural undertone that she had used before Ella had corrected her.

“I'm looking for Lawson's place.” She held up the package.

“what you don't know the whore house?”

Lissa felt blood rise to her cheeks, “I'm still new here.”
“Well, come on. That's not fair. We all know where it is.” he glanced back at him. “I'll tell you a secret?”

“A-alright.”

“We're not allowed in, but in the back, where the windows are all boarded up, that's where Lawson's whores do all their tricks. We've managed to crack the windows enough so that you can see through the slits in the bottom.” he gave her a quick grin before running on. “It's better at night though. You can see better.”

“Thanks.” she muttered. She wondered if she would have been one of those whores if she had taken Lawson up on his offer, or if she would have been his new wife.

The kid took her around a few corners, and led her though a shortcut though a clean alley. The only clutter there was a small collection of empty wooden crates.

“Have you seen the castle yet?”

“The Castle?”

“Yeah. You said you're new.”

“I haven't, no. I've not been here yet.”

The kid pulled Lissa between two houses. HE led her down the alley and brought her to a ladder that was leaning against a house.

“Hurry up.” the kid said, “Take a quick look, then I have to hurry.”

'You brought me here, kid.' she thought. She ignored him, and quickly climbed up the ladder. IT was rotted and creaky in places, and it shook, but the kid was holding the ladder in place. She got to the top of the ladder without hurting herself, climbed onto the roof.. She pulled herself up, holding onto a stone chimney for support.

Stretching out around her was a vast field of rooftops, and short trees of chimneys, with leaves of smoke that rose up into the air. The roofs rose up, like a hill, towards the castle in the centre of town. Many large, tall pillars rose up towards the sky, with one in the centre rising up above all the others. Resting over the castle, like a glass cover over a plate of food, was a reddish dome It didn't obscure the view of the castle but rather, made it looked as though it was encased in a smoothed ruby. The central tower reached just over this, and on top, a large platform rested, looking as though it might topple over.

“Most of it's held together by magic.” The kid called up the ladder, “And the dome protects it from any weather. My dad says that it was made hundreds of years ago, and that the Magus who made it has to still be alive, or the whole thing would fall apart.”

Lissa took a long look at the castle, then hurried back down the ladder. The kid was still waiting on her, and she had things to take care of anyway.

The castle could wait.

A Proper Young Thief: Chapter 18: work

A Proper Young Thief

M.K.Barry

Chapter 18: Work

Lissa needed work.

It had taken a few days for her to rest from her days of travel. The moment she had been able to rest, she came down with a bad cold. She refused to see a doctor, choosing instead just to sleep and rest. She dressed only to go to the common-area, and eat what she could, drink whatever broth was available. The days passed in a blur of fever, aches and pains as her muscles slowly recovered, as the callouses and cuts on her feet slowly healed, and scarred. The scratches on her arms and face finished healing, though there were times when her fever was very bad that she felt like she could have peeled all the skin off her face, times when it felt more like a mask than her real skin.

Then she started to feel better. The fever subsided, her dizziness passed, and as snow started to fall over Rawlins. When she finally stepped out of the Inn, wearing only the quickly repaired cloak she had left with, and the loosely fitting tunic and pants that had been found for her, and her old boots,

And now, here she was. Walking the streets of Rawlins, looking for work. Something that could take her at least through the winter. She of course, had plenty of skills that she could use. Housekeeping, of course. Something simple, something that she knew how to do. There was also the idea of becoming and apprentice to a seamstress. She could sew, of course, so if she was lucky, she could of course get a position.

But, most seamstresses were looking for young ladies. Girls, who didn't mind a hard day of work.

She was not a girl, at least, not as far as anyone was supposed to know. That was her two skills, housekeeping, and dressmaking, useless for the time. For the time, it was better to continue to mask herself. Being alone in a big city as dangerous enough. It was even more dangerous for a young lady. Not to mention the fact that if they realized in her home that she was not really dead, if they found out where she was.

“Home.” She muttered. She wondered suddenly how her mother was, how long it might be until she would be able to go home and visit, if only for a little. If only like those short visited her father used to make in the dead of night.

She shook thoughts of home out of her head, before they drifted to thoughts of death. She didn't need that. She had had all the time she had wanted, and more, to idle on death while she was sick.

Now wasn't a time to let herself just dwell on that. She couldn't, and she didn't want to. She needed something to take her away from that.

She needed work.

Soon, she found herself back at the square. Having wandered though endless, turning streets filled with merchants at stands, and small shops squished between houses, she had come back to the square, the well, the apothecary.

A thought took her suddenly, which at once revolted her and elated her. She remembered the fear, the terror on the man's face when ella had torn into him, threatened him as she had.

She half ran across the square towards the apothecary. She opened the door, and a bell ran as she walked into the warm room. Light from the dusty window glinted off the bottles and jars on the shelves. She heard the ringing of a tiny bell as she closed the door behind her, and a moment later, from the open door that led into the back, the apothecary came out. He looked up at her from a jar he was labeling with charcoal, looked up, and dropped the jar and the charcoal. The Jar thankfully didn't break, but it landed with a loud clunk, and rolled until it hit the counter.

“Oh balls.” the apothecary breathed, “Why are you here? I've left you alone.”

“Hire me.”

“... I Beg your-”

“I need to work. You work here by yourself, don't you? Apothecaries generally do well, don't they? You can afford an assistant.”

“I.. I've done nothing to you. I didn't really hurt you, everything was sorted before anything happened! And besides, I work alone. I don't need an assistant.”

Lissa felt her mind race, and surprisingly, she came up with something fast. “you know, I got sick just after I got into town.” She snapped, “Horrible fever, weakness, muscle aches. Could be a cold. But hey, it could also be whatever fumes I inhaled from whatever you were trying to get me to drink.”
“I.. It wasn't.. I didn't even get it close to you.”

“Did you? Can you even remember? You were about to force that stuff down my throat when Ella got here. And you know, me being sick... it really hindered my finding a job, getting settled here in town. I'm sure Ella would appreciate that, wouldn't she?”

“Look.” She said, panicing a little now. He looked around, picked the jar off the floor, and set it on the counter. “Look. Even if I were to hire you.. I have no use for you. A young lady-”

“Young lady?”

“I'm old, miss. I can easily tell the difference between a young man and a young woman. Besides, Ella wasn't really trying to keep that quiet when she stormed in here and got you.” He shook his head, “I don't have a use for a young man, let alone a young woman, especially one who knows nothing about the kind of work I do.” He reached down, picked up the stick of charcoal one more, and finished writing something on the label. “Now excuse me, I have to close up.”

“...Why? Isn't it early to close up?”

“I'm not closing up for the day, st-” he hesitated, then set the jar back on the table. I”m closing up so I can make a quick run over to a client's house.”

“A patient?”

“Not quite. Just a delivery. A customer of mine has a new little wife, and she's having trouble, shall we say, getting used to him? I've made her a little mixture that should do the trick.”
“Well then, I can bring it. That's something easy enough, isn't it?”

“Fine!” he snapped. He rummaged around under the counter until her came up with a burlap sack, He put the jar inside, and tied it tightly. “If it'll get you out of my hair, you can take it.”

“And.. you will pay me?”

“Yes, yes, I'll pay you-” He thrust the sack into her hands and pushed her towards the door, “Just get out of my hair. Don't set Ella on me or anything, just take it and go.” He opened the door, the bell rang overhead. She stumbled as she was pushed back outside. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the brightness of the snow-covered outside. Behind her, she heard the door squeak closed. She turned quickly.

“Wait, where do I bring it!”

“You're bringing it to the new wife of Lawson Dives. He lives in a big house on the west side of town. Ask around, you'll find it.”

He let the door close, leaving Lissa, holding a packing for Lawson.