Oregonal Sin

When Adelaide hadn't been pitching in around town, she'd be sending out almost-daily bulletins (in addition to the weekly paper) filled with information about how the town recovery was going. She'd started a barter column for the residents -- people could put a snippet in about things they needed and what they had that they were willing to trade in return. She was also, sadly, running a lot of death notices.

She'd just finished inking the next edition when she heard her bell door door jangle as someone pushed it open. She wiped her hands on her already stained apron and came out to greet her visitor. Cutter had done the initial welcome; his tail was wagging as he stood just a few feet from the door.

"Cutter, let them in!" Adelaide said firmly. The dog looked at her, woofed softly, but then padded away and flopped down behind her desk. "Sorry about that," she said.