She and Haley should be in church like all good Andersons were supposed to be on Sunday mornings, but the enthusiastic way the preacher tended to deliver his sermons, at decibels that shook the rafters, would have surely made her head explode.Her dad and the Three Amigos would give her a hard time about skipping her first week back, but she wanted the time to prepare Haley for meeting Josh.And that’s what she should be doing, but the right words weren’t materializing in her aching head. So she’d sort through some boxes and hopefully some kind of epiphany would strike.The big, light-filled attic held tons of boxes, mostly filled with her grandparents’ junk. Her dad must have thrown it all up there after her mom’s mother died and locked the door before he rented the place out. She needed to get rid of most of it so she could make the space into a kids’ loft for her guests. Children were small enough to fit under the sloping roof on the sides, and they’d love lying in bed and peering out at the lake and at the animals in the trees at eye level from the third-floor perch.Haley’s sudden squeal of delight sent hot daggers into Meg’s eyeballs.
