19 - Kathleen
My sweating hands were slipping on the wheel when I turned on Mimosa Street. I slowed down, not daring to look on my left now, and parked in the wide driveway behind the non-existent hardware store. Only the fear of more humiliation had kept me under the speed limit.
I had stopped at the house to check on Maeve, to discover my spare keys and guest gone. I had a minor panic attack. I pulled out my cell phone, only then noticing the blinking signal. Stan had left a message, a bit around the time he drove back from his parents’ place. Bile rose in my throat when I listened to his tight voice.
I called the clinic.
“They’re working on the front door,” by Sasha said. “No, don’t fret, we’re keeping an eye on her.”
I stepped out of the Chevy, its engine clicking at it cooled dow
