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goodbye, leaving her in Mother Davis’s care, and
hurrying out the door herself.

When Rachel arrived at Camilla’s house,
Camilla looked as though she had been up for
hours. The smell of cinnamon rolls filled the air.
Camilla invited her to have one, but all Rachel
could think of was the letters. “Surely you can
eat one cinnamon roll,” Camilla said.

Rachel loved Camilla. She was a sweet,
elderly widow. She had been friends with her
own mother, along with Mother Davis, since
before Rachel was born. Rachel knew that once
Camilla started talking, it might be a while before
she could get away. But Camilla didn’t seem in
any hurry to get the letters, so Rachel agreed to a
cinnamon roll, hoping it might hurry things
along.

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