As it was late October, the sun had set not long after six in the evening. Most of the house’s temporary residents gathered in the dining room. Three were absent.
“Well,” Laura said, pointing upward, where the sound of the drums came from. “We know where Shane is.”
Don entered from the kitchen carrying a tray of pork chops. “Is he doing Andy’s parts?”
Kurt nodded. “Andy’s going to love that.”
“Speaking of Andy,” Don said. “Has anyone seen him? Or Simone?”
They all shook their heads.
“Not since this morning,” Laura said. “I thought that was Andy playing the drums upstairs, but when I went to tell him dinner was ready, Shane was there alone.”
Don furrowed his brow, placing the tray on the table. A bowl full of mashed potatoes and another of mixed vegetables were already there. “Did yo
