99 Garden West Street, the terrace.
After bringing out tea for the guests, Tallit stood there, looking somewhat nervous and awkward.
Likewise, faced with a stranger, Linda Camille was just as nervous and awkward.
Arthur looked at the two of them and couldn't help finding it amusing-from a certain perspective, both had seen their share of major events, yet were they really this socially anxious at heart?
It was like a certain woman in Arthur's memories, who had a face that could bring nations to ruin and was rumored to have over a hundred boyfriends, when in reality she had never even held a boy's hand. To avoid embarrassment, she never denied those rumors, and to avoid trouble, she always wore an icy, unapproachable expression around strangers.
And if someone got close?
They could expect to be demolished by venomous words!
What Arthur remembered most vividly was how this woman had verbally attacked a suitor bold enough to come to her door until he broke down and fled, covering his face and sobbing.
I wonder how my dear aunt Cassandra is getting on at Inner Bay Girls' School?
She must be having a wonderful time!
After all, it's a girls' school. There shouldn't be anyone annoying there!
Arthur sighed inwardly, then suddenly thought of Malinda.
Hmm, Malinda must be an exception, right?
There shouldn't be anyone quite that unusual at a girls' school, should there?
Arthur rubbed his chin as he pondered.
Then the young Medium pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked at the girl.
"Linda, go buy some pipe tobacco from the grocery across the street-it's 'Old Ironclad,' right? Fresh or aged?"
Arthur looked at Tallit.
Thanks to Malinda, Arthur's knowledge of tobacco and pipes had grown by leaps and bounds.
At the very least, he could