Slipping the straps of her purse and duffel bag over her wrist, she grabbed the pharmacy sack and an armload of files, then exited the car and hurried up the sidewalk. It had taken quite a bit of research, but Skye thought she had finally figured out what form of architecture the big old house represented.The design seemed to have Colonial, Tudor, and even Victorian features, but she was fairly certain it was actually an American Foursquare to which a previous owner had added a wraparound porch. Strictly speaking, a Foursquare had a quartet of nearly equal-size rooms per floor, and this place didn’t, but Skye was pretty sure that before the various additions, it had started life in the traditionally boxy shape.She wasn’t totally certain about the house’s origins since she’d inherited the place from Alma Griggs, a woman she’d known only a couple of months prior to receiving the bequest. Mrs. Griggs had taken a liking to Skye after she had stepped in when an unscrupulous antiques dealer had tried to take advantage of the sweet old lady.And because of a weird birthday coincidence, the elderly woman had decided Skye was the reincarnation of her deceased daughter.
