Chapter 8
Day Two
Loring Andrews Spruille sat back in the big green swivel chair, staring out the window. The rosebushes around the pool needed one last trim before autumn settled in and they’d have to be pruned and wrapped for the winter. That would have been her project for the day. She’d gone out and gotten all the extra fertilizer and mulch yesterday. Today those sacks sat, unattended, next to the pool steps.
She spun around toward the big oak desk. There were times when she still didn’t believe this was hers, still felt that someone would come into the room and scold her for being in here. This had been Momma’s office. The one room in the house where Momma did her “home work,” as she’d always called the studying and writing she’d done about local and state politics. It was in this
