It was just before closing time at the Wakefield Trust and Savings Bank. David Beaumont glanced through the letters placed on his desk for his signature, handed them over, and tucked his fountain pen back in his vest pocket. Glancing toward the entrance casually, he saw a familiar tall girl with fluffy blonde hair come through the swinging glass doors. David noticed that his heart beat a little faster, and mentally he deplored this little act, telling himself again that he was old enough to be Lily's father!