She leaned against the doorframe of her B&B, new screwdriver in one hand, the telephone in the other. Early Monday morning in Swallow’s Fall and the town getting ready for its day. It would be late Sunday night in Starfoot; maybe a few young people showing off with rowdiness as they made thei...
‘Got to fill one of the ditches,’ he’d said. ‘I’ll be up early and back late. Don’t wait up.’ Kate had missed him at breakfast this morning. The air in the house didn’t feel the same without his smile. Not that she’d had nothing to do. She’d cut out the velveteen for Ted’s Santa suit. She’d chalk...
Having fixed Lily’s car but not having told her was anathema to his usual mode of operation. But enjoying her company had won over honesty. A small fib, he told himself. He’d give her the car back soon. Maybe tomorrow. Or perhaps he could say he was waiting on parts and run her in and out of town...