SIXTY-ONE: Wait

Arous had just left the building when she heard the door open behind her.

“Arous.  Arous! Stop. Wait.  I have something for you.”

James leapt down the four steps and into the street with an envelope in his hand.

“Moristia wanted me to give it to you.  It’s something she brought from home with her, some pictures. She says .  .  . I don’t know but she says don’t open it until you’re home.  Some place private. She says that’s important.”