I walked up the steps to the front door. There was a deck in front and I was sure that during the daytime, the views were spectacular. Winchester was nestled right up against beautiful green forests, and breathing in the crisp country air out here, I was starting to understand why my parents had moved here. The front door was open although the screen door was closed. I let myself in, because there were lots of people inside and I knew no one would hear a doorbell (or care if they did). I had slid my keys and cell phone into a front pocket so I wouldn’t be fettered by my purse. The place was packed and I didn’t recognize a soul. I did notice, though, that the music was quieter. I realized that the music must have been outside. I made my way through the crowd toward the back of the house. I saw people with plastic cups full of beer too, and I figured I’d get something to drink later, but first I wanted to find the music…and see if I could spot anyone familiar.
