Cade walked past me and grabbed the door. He pulled it free of the wall and shut it. I spared one short glance for the gaping hole the other side of the knob had put in the sheetrock. Oh well. When they all remained silent, I turned on Madge. “What’s wrong, Madge? You sounded so eager to tell me everything and now you have nothing to say?” “You have the right to know, but that doesn’t mean I am the proper one to tell you.” “Then who is?” Millie answered me. “Cade knows more than Madge and I do. We weren’t alive when most of it happened.” “All right.” I spun on my heel until I faced Cade. I made it clear I was waiting. He gestured to a chair. “Why don’t you sit. It’s a long story.” “I’m fine standing.” Some of my resolve had slipped and I found myself a tad bit fidgety. I couldn’t be sure I’d be able to maintain my stone face if I sat.
