Chapter 29
Canada, Twenty-Eight Years Ago
When the boy awoke between his mother and father the next morning, for the first time in many days, he felt good. He wasn’t cold, or afraid, or sad. But, he was hungry. Ravenous. The boy wanted more meat. When he got up and looked around, the world seemed different, better somehow. He felt strong…
Northern California, Present Time
When she arrived at the A-Frame, Maggie found Sally standing in the kitchen in a green checked apron tasting pasta sauce from a spoon.
“You look like a regular Betty Crocker,” Maggie said. “Whatcha cooking?”
“Thought I’d come home early and make a little dinner for us. I was in the mood for old fashioned spaghetti and meatballs.”
“Oh, no, not Italian. Please, anything but that.”
“I thought you loved pasta.”
“I do
