Later on Felicity told me she had worked the bookmark for him because his father used to drink before he ran away.
And, and,” Lucile whispered the words, “was there a bookmark in the upper corner of the inside of the front cover?
It was the 'Æneid,' and I began at your bookmark and tried to stagger through a page, but it floored me.
Anne read the note, kissed the bookmark, and dispatched a prompt reply back to the other side of the school.
