beach window Jack calling from Reims. Caydance answered. The connection was poor. His voicc came through in fragments.

"We found Ted Treharne in a bakery.”

"In a boulangerie?"

“Yes, in a bakery. Surrounded by psstry; loaves of bread on the shelves. He took off a floury apron; opened the letter from Susanna.

" I stood beside the counter. Nico studied the rows of pastry. Ted read Susanna's words. 'I am a father', he said. "

The phone sputtered. Jack had probably run out of French coins. Caydance hung up; waited.

The phone rang again.

Jack redialing from Reims.

arrow "Ted is flying homr home with us. Tell Susanna to be at SFO on... have you got a pen?"