Chapter 21
Northern Minnesota
The squeaking of the back screen door made them all jump. As children, they always entered the house through the back porch, so today they did the same. They entered where coats were still hung and boots still sat on the shelves. “For God’s sake, those look like Dad’s boots,” Helene exclaimed.
“They are,” Alice countered. “I told you Mom didn’t change much after Dad died.” Alice picked up one of the shoes, held it for a moment, then roughly threw it back onto the shelf. “She used to b***h like hell about how he treated her, and then she’d tell me she missed him. I never could understand that before. Now maybe I think I do.”
Suzanne spun toward her. “Don’t tell me you miss Jake.”
“I don’t, and I do.” Alice shrugged her shoulders, and Suzanne shook her head
