She stood outside the store, tapping the folded note in her hand. Looking up at the big red ‘A’, she hoped she had found the right place. Unfolding the note, she stared at the words while biting her lip. “Hawthorne’s favorite letter.” Not much of a clue, but if a store with a giant scarlet letter in the name wasn’t the place, she really wasn’t sure where else to go. Resolved, she entered, found the only employee, and read the rest of the note to him.
“I need a pair of galoshes.”
He smiled and said, “Welcome Agent Simms.”
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