Steve opened his mouth - then sucked in a breath and shut it. It was Marie's - well, everything, her house, her linens and bed, even if she was allowing him to use them - if she wanted to do the work, he knew better than to argue when a lady said not to. Especially in that fashion.

Kneeling by the chest, Steve quickly copied down the dates and times he needed, before they became completely illegible, before starting to copy as much of the actual letters as he could. There were several spots he had to guess at, but he was fairly confident he was getting the gist of them, if nothing else, and wasn't missing any vital information.