I open the door, glad to find Finn on my doorstep. “I’m going to show him our printing press,” Merriweather explains. “That’ll be Belastra.”Īlice glares at me, and I shrug, though my pulse races. Merriweather shakes his head, a lock of black hair falling over his pale forehead, just as there’s another knock at the kitchen door.
“And I’ll thank you to leave my sisters out of your paper. “That is-if you’re still maintaining that it’s not you?” “One of your sisters, then?” Merriweather raises his eyebrows at me. “I could not, as she’s currently in hiding.” “Cate, I don’t suppose you could get me an exclusive interview with the oracle, could you?”
He steals another bite from Prue’s plate, and she swats at him. “If you repeat it, I’ll disown you,” he mutters. “Alistair! Was that a compliment? For a lady journalist?” Prue’s gray eyes go wide behind her spectacles. The chit has a way with words, believe it or not.” “You ought to fetch her a copy of tomorrow’s Gazette so she can see her name in print. “Rilla’s gone to her family in Vermont for Christmas.”
Where’s your friend Miss Stephenson? I expected she’d be here, sharing in your misfortune, ready to berate me for my patriarchal ways.” “Are you suggesting that women have the vote, too?” Prue asks. You were only trying to protect a friend-one who would have been put to death, after suffering through three years of false imprisonment.” “Why not go whole hog if we’re advocating for reform?” Merriweather waves Prue’s fork as he talks. She’s bathed and dressed in a fresh gown of royal-blue wool. Don’t you think repealing those laws would make a better first step?” Alice tosses her golden hair.
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