After taking a huge gulp of sweet iced tea, Alice successfully forgot about the matter and remembered Mr. Dwayne Dantès, who claimed to be from Dixi.
"I wonder if Klein will hold a banquet..." she muttered.
Her few experiences attending banquets in Backlund had led Alice to define what should have been social occasions as "places where you could eat ice cream for free." As for what effect this might have on Mr. Dwayne Dantès... she had not considered it at all.
After taking another huge gulp of sweet iced tea, Alice started walking home.
By the time she ambled and stopped her way back to her doorstep, what should have been a half-hour journey had dragged on for nearly two hours.
Thus, Alice found Leonard, who had clearly been waiting for a long time, at her door.
To be fair, Alice had not left her address so Leonard could come wait for her. She had merely wanted to leave an address where letters could be sent—though it had to be mentioned that, according to police feedback, the landlord had rented this house out again, and all the letters sent during Alice's absence had been collected.
As for the new tenant... naturally, it was Miss Selwyn Magritte, whom she had met only once, assuming she still went by that name.
Back to the point: when Alice spotted Leonard waiting at the door from afar, she realized that her earlier words might have caused some misunderstanding.
It was already evening, right around the end of the workday. Leonard Mitchell had an exceptionally eye-catching face, and in that short time, Alice had already seen quite a few young women pass by and sneak glances at him.
—Heaven knew how long he had been waiting there.
Alice shook her head, pulled up the