Megan’s eyes widened with delight as she drank in her surroundings. “It’s three stories high! White clapboard, and a wrap around porch, and gingerbread! You have acorn finials! Oh, my God, I’m in heaven.” Two workers in painters’ overalls were busy with maintenance, painting the newel posts on the porch. A middle-aged woman used the handrail to descend the steps carefully. Megan’s first impression told her the woman was an invalid. “Mom,” said Kevin fondly. “Krystal,” hissed Karla. Kevin put the SUV in park and turned off the engine. “I’ll give her a hand.” He slipped out of the car and went to his mother’s side. “She will disrespect me,” said Karla. “Pay her no mind.” Megan nodded, then got out of the car and went round to open Karla’s door. Krystal’s features were drawn. Megan couldn’t tell if she was angry or in pain. Perhaps both. “Karla! You had me worried sick! I had to call the authorities.” Megan looked around. None were in evidence.
