The trees on my street had settled down after hours of fighting the wind. I thanked my guest again for the sweets and for protecting and serving and we parted on good terms. We planned to go separately to Wendell’s service in the morning and perhaps have lunch together afterward. I’d started to clean up from our meal and snacks when I heard a knock on the front door. I peeked through the front windows and Tim Cousins waved at me, defeating the purpose of what had come to serve as my security system. Some day soon, I’d have to have a peephole installed. Or even a camera. I was sure Aunt Tess never needed one, or expected to need one. What was happening to North Ashcot? I hated to think my coming back had anything to do with the ill winds. “I thought she’d never leave,” Tim said, scraping his heavy work shoes on my welcome mat. “The chief,” he added, as if I didn’t know who he meant. Why did it always feel like an ambush when Tim came around, at my job, at the market, at my home?
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