"Which one?"
But she was finished talking to me. "I have to go now dear. Be good now."
"Goodbye, Mrs. Hanna," I said.
She disappeared, but I could hear the clatter of her cart and the click of her heels on the pavement for a while after she left.
I finished working on the bus around lunchtime, so I headed back into the office. Gabriel looked up from the computer screen.
"Mail for you on your desk," he said.
"Thanks."
I picked up the box. There was no return address, but I"d seen enough of Stefan"s handwriting to recognize it. So I waited until Gabriel left to get us some lunch before I opened it.
There were three packages wrapped in s...o...b.. Doo paper: a scorched stake, a small gold medallion with a dragon on it, and a solid, dark chocolate VW Bus.
I gathered the paper and the box and put it in the trash, only then noticing that there was something else on the desk, a pencil sketch of a man"s face. I turned it right side up and saw that it was Adam, his eyes watchful but a hint of a smile on his mouth. On the bottom of the page the artist had signed her name, Marjorie Hanna.