She did what any sensible restorer would do: she cleaned the notebook, made a high-resolution scan, locked the original in a biscuit tin, and mailed the tin to herself at a post office in Geneva. Then she called her mother.
“You’re in Lyon,” her mother said. anissa kate colette
The trouble began with a small blue notebook. She did what any sensible restorer would do:
Anissa blinked. Behind her, on the workbench, a 16th-century lute gleamed under its reading lamp, silent and perfectly innocent. made a high-resolution scan