Four.
Five.
My palms grew sweaty, and I stuck them in my dress pockets. At least I had pockets.
Six.
Seven.
I sucked in a breath of frigid air, heavy with the scent of mud.
Seven damn cars in one driveway. And that didn't count mine. His house wouldn't have grass left when spring finally hit.
There wasn't a sign anywhere directing me in which door to take, so I headed toward the front one. The bright green front door opened before I reached the top step. There went my chance to run away.
"You must be Vonnie," said a woman with straight brown hair that hit at her shoulders. She had on a bright yellow pantsuit that matched the outside of her home and a white apron without a single stain on it.
I smiled. "Yes, I'm here to see Kelvin." Is that what a girlfriend said? Where was
