Chapter 27: Let Me Show You My World
We made the trip back to Templeton and ended up at 3471 Legend Way, which was a two-story cottage with burgundy-colored shutters, a navy blue door, a tiny yard comprised of two gardens, dozens of wind chimes, a wrought-iron gated yard, and the home of many brown and gray squirrels, which were common to western Pennsylvania.
His mother, Darlene, met us at the front door. She was a petite woman with rust-colored hair, blue eyes, freckles, and stubby fingers. She wore an apron around her middle. “I was just making a late dinner.”
Patrick introduced me to his mother. “Mom, this is Cannon Rake.”
“Cannon. What an interesting name. I rather like that.” She shook my hand and nodded. “Will you be joining us for dinner, Cannon?”
“He is,” Patrick said. “I’ll
