Marshal
After we each finish a beer and Paul makes sure that Missy is safe on the island for another week, I take Sami's hand. “How about a walk around the old neighborhood?"
A grin and a nod are all she offers. Ever since her parents surprised her with their response, she's been quieter than usual.
Outside, the sun has set, leaving the sky dark, the streetlights the only illumination. They project glowing circles lining the familiar street. “Look," I say, “Mrs. Jefferson has a new dog."
We both wave to her.
Mrs. Jefferson waves back, but when she squints, she shouts, “Marshal Michaels, is that you? And Samantha? What in the world?"
She pulls her puppy's leash down the short driveway. He obviously hasn't gotten the hang of walking on a leash as he runs this way and that. She looks
