Margo made her a key to the big front doors so she could come and go as she pleased, and she was the perfect guest, tidy and unobtrusive but always ready to join us for a chat, if invited. Because she was an early riser, or perhaps because the construction workers arrived at her home promptly at ...
Margo observed. We sat in the living room of the little Wheeler Road Cape where she was conducting an open house. When we left the diner, Strutter had hustled off to release her sixteen-year-old son Charlie from babysitting his pre-school-age sister Olivia. Armando had decided to put in a few hou...