Page 117 of Kaine

Chapter Forty-Three

HIM

I toss up the ideaof not opening the white envelope.

Isn’t it better just to leave well enough alone and get through the day?

After the launch we can deal with it, I tell myself. No. Open it. You never know what’s inside.

I look out and see Jemima get up, she gestures that she’s going to the bathroom and that she’ll be right back and we can leave to go to the launch. I nod and she hurries off.

I slide my finger under the envelope slip.

It’s another embossed invitation.

I flip it to one side.

There’s an address.

I know the address.

It’s the New York Genealogy Library.

I flip the invitation over.

Guess we’ll find out once and for all if your fancy contraption works. No fire related deaths by 2020? Too bad that won’t start from today, it says.

Oh my God.

Jade.