Chapter fifteen
TessaThe dog follows the hunters and eats the scraps.
Powwaw Speak: Shamanic Wisdom of the Irrakish, Theodore Black, PhD
Though ten o’clock had gone by the time Tessa drew up to Seadrift, Ellie’s lights still lit a square of shingle between their two houses. When she tapped on the door, Ellie answered, still dressed in her clothes from dinner.
“Um, hi. May I come in for a moment? If you aren’t about to go to bed, I mean.”
Ellie smiled warmly. “Of course. I am not as old as all that. Would you like some coffee?” Two mugs already lay on the table, next to the coffee pot and the plate of leftovers from Joe’s dinner.
“Yes, thanks. That would be great.” She followed Ellie to the table and examined the almost empty dish. “Guess you found your appetite.”
Ellie looked up and
