She’d come out to his house, to talk, she had said. They had, about the incident, the trial, which did not last a week. In addition, about Jordan—and the negotiations with her mother. He knew that Brook was fishing also; to see if he’d recognized her on the pier with Coy. It was mean of him, but ...
Karla was crying the next afternoon as they all lunched on the porch, sitting around the wicker table. “I got stupid. I felt, lonely and angry.” Madeline took her hand. Karla looked a bit green still and was lunching on broth and crackers, while they had cold cut hoagies and chips. “What can I do...
Grace paused on the front porch of her small white house, having come out to get the mail. As usual, Jared beat her to it. “Noel?” “Yep.” Her son held up the letter. “I can read that much.” She laughed and took the pages from him. “Come on, sit on the swing and I’ll read it.” He ran up the steps,...