Santiago studied the page of notes in front of him and then looked up at me. “You know the Benfers?”
I shook my head. “Benfer Road, yes, but I didn’t know the family was still around.”
“Yeah. Still around. Good folks. They live in that big white house on Benfer Road. You know it, I bet – huge black walnuts around it, set off with the mountains in the background,” he said.
I did know the house because I ogled it every time I drove by. It was gorgeous, and the setting was perfect. It showed off the house but still gave the occupants privacy. I’d often wondered if it had been the big house on a plantation, and it seemed so. “Do you know them well enough for us to visit?” I asked, hope making my voice a little high.
“Yep. They’ve offered to show me around before, but I hadn’t ever taken th
