Townspeople sensed that something was about to happen: Marcella DeVries, straight-A student, was not in school, was instead sitting in an overstuffed chair fuming silently, her normally pale skin as florid as her bright red hair, twisting her hands into knots and staring straight through the plate glass window, watching the National Bank! It had required considerable skill to maneuver this meeting, and Jessica was not at all certain that she had been alone in the maneuvering.