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address.”
    “Surely not,” Lucy said. “That has to be against policy.”
    “If anybody can talk them into it, it will be Sadie,” Betty said. “But I’m not putting money on it this time.”
    “Only one way to find out,” Sadie said and pointed in the direction of town hall, which was just this side of the only bank in town.
    “To the bank, to the bank, to the bank, bank, bank,” she sang.
    On the way, Lucy and Betty ducked into a boutique, saying they would catch up with Sadie on her way back from the bank. Sadie left them to it, knowing they still would be there hours later if she didn’t come to collect them.
    At the bank, one of the tellers gave Mr. Bradshaw a dirty look so Sadie picked him up and carried him to the information desk. Sadie had known the woman behind the desk, Sally Picket, her whole life. She was rather like Mrs. Claus, round, white-haired and twinkling. She had the reputation of giving out the best candy at Halloween, and tipping the carolers rather well at Christmas.
    “What can I do for you, Sadie dear?” Sally asked.
    “It’s a bit, uh, unusual, Sally,” Sadie said. “Roger Orwin has an account here. He’s been out of town for a while, and I wondered if you had an address for him.”
    Sally opened a drawer and pulled out a dog biscuit for Mr. Bradshaw, and he curled up in Sadie’s lap to crunch it up. Sally tapped a few keys on her computer keyboard and knitted her eyebrows together.
    “I cannot give you his address. However, it’s within my power to forward a note from you. Would that be helpful?”
    “Perhaps,” Sadie said. “I’ll have to think about what I’m going to say. What do you do when you need to get hold of him?”
    “He has a local contact, dear. A joint signature on the account, as it were,” Sally said.
    “And are you allowed to tell me who that is?” Sadie asked.
    “Unfortunately, no. In fact, it has to be a dire emergency before we are allowed to contact her, I mean that person.”
    Sally did not look at all embarrassed about her slip of the tongue. In fact, she may even have winked at Sadie.
    “You know,” Sally said, “it’s not unusual for clients who travel to put their significant others on their accounts. That way they always can access money if something comes up, like a home repair or being short on the rent. I suppose if you were going away for a while, you’d put Lucy, Betty or Zack on your account.” She emphasized the name Zack just slightly.
    “Yes,” Sadie said, “if I were going away I would put Zack on my account so he could take care of things,” Sadie emphasized Zack just the way Sally had.
    Sally nodded. “Well dear, if you decide you want to send Roger a note, just bring it to me and I will send it on.”
    She stood up and scratched Mr. Bradshaw behind the ears. “Good boy,” she said.
    Mr. Bradshaw licked her hand in thanks for the biscuit and jumped down from Sadie’s lap. Sadie thought it was probably safe to let him walk out of the bank, and he was a perfect gentleman, staying right by her side. She resisted the urge to turn around and stick her tongue out at the cashier who’d given them a dirty look. She really did not understand people who were anti-dog. Mr. Bradshaw was better behaved than most children she knew.
    Sadie dropped back into the boutique where Lucy and Betty were still shopping, to let them know she was going to visit Zack for a few minutes. Betty was just coming out of the dressing room in the most bohemian looking caftan that Sadie ever had seen. Lucy was giggling hysterically, and when Sadie told them what she was doing, they happily waved her away.
    Zack had his reading glasses perched on his nose and a file folder open on his desk when Sadie and Mr. Bradshaw walked in. He had the look of a man who was concentrating on a difficult algebra problem, and Sadie turned around and started to slip back out of his office.
    “Sadie,” he said from behind her, “come back.”
    “You looked so deep