Chapter Nine
I’d finally finished putting the last of the books back on the shelves when Wilson came in. He checked in on Frank’s progress first and then headed in my direction. He sighed. “That must have taken a while, Ann. Good work.”
I nodded. “All back in place and ready for the day.”
Wilson said, “We should likely have some sort of way to memorialize Ellie, considering the circumstances.”
I still felt a bit conflicted about Ellie, especially with what I’d heard recently about her blackmailing activities. But Wilson had a point. We couldn’t just pretend Ellie’s death hadn’t happened. I said slowly, “I could come up with a statement for the newsletter and for social media expressing our condolences to Ellie’s family. We could ask Pris for a photo. Would something like that work?”
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