The butterscotch sky was dry and cloudless as she prepared for work the next morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and today promised to be infinitely better than yesterday. Martia vowed to put all that misery behind her. This was a new week, and she was going to make a new start. She wasn’t going to mope around any more. She’d do what she’d told the legate she would—make a positive difference, make Burgundy a better place for the people who lived here. She showered, dressed, and bid a cheery farewell to Lydia, who said she loved her, then headed off to breakfast and work.
The first thing she’d do, she decided as she sat in Clementine’s nibbling on a beignet, was put in a call to Mr. Jorry at the Bugle and find out the condition of that Bullets player who was stabbed. Then
