Crowdfunding: Connecting Creators and Patrons

Annabelle opened them to a scratching at the bedroom window. How had she ended up sitting on the bed? She held the codebook in one hand, and a letter in the other. Someone had lit the lanterns against the night, and the coal fire burned in the little sitting room stove. She must have fallen asleep, but apart from where she sat, the bed was undisturbed. A chill struck her.

The scratching became more insistent. Annabelle opened the window and Misi came bounding in. "For crying out loud, Annie, I've been out there for nearly an hour!" complained the cat. "I almost wore grooves in the glass! What's the matter with you? You just sat there staring at whatever-it-is in your hand with your back to me! What'd I do now?" Annabelle said nothing, but crossed to the sitting room with the codebook and the letter. "Annie? What is it?"