Even the children’s room began to show progress as Debbie and Melissa moved in, noting what needed to be done and then dispatching their expertly assembled army of moms to make it happen. By midday, the notion of opening the next day was looking more likely than not and Tori was beyond pleased. Still, though, she found herself looking at the wall clock or her cell phone again and again, anxious for her meeting with Fred Granderson. She’d checked a half dozen times to make sure Margaret Louise was, in fact, coming and that the woman still had the photograph Lulu had identified. It wasn’t that she couldn’t relay everything Lulu had said about the woman without the picture, because she could. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that two witnesses and a photograph were better than one and nothing. “We’re here, we’re here,” Margaret Louise bellowed as she walked through the propped open front door, a wide-eyed Lulu in tow.
