When it came to Michael Quinn, both Nora Scott and Pedro Langley perked up.
Ever since Michael Quinn left, he hadn't contacted Nora Scott again, as if he had disappeared from the world. But Laura Collins often contacted Nora Scott, updating her on her whereabouts and activities, yet she still hadn't found Michael Quinn.
"Take a look."
Nora Scott wandered over.
Oliver Scott handed the largest package to Nora Scott.
Though large, it wasn't heavy. Pedro Langley brought scissors to open it and found that it contained—New Year couplets.
And, a postcard.
The gist was: these are this year's New Year couplets, and he had covered the entire alley, asking Nora Scott to pass them around.
"This handwriting—" Fátima came over, picked up a couplet, and examined it carefully for a moment, "looks familiar."
"Hmm?" Nora Scott was momentarily stunned, "Michael Quinn's handwriting. You've heard of it, but probably haven't seen it."
It was Michael Quinn's own handwriting.
