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It was early afternoon; the sun disappeared behind the house, bringing the shadows closer to the deck. The air temperature instantly changed. Sitting in her wheelchair on the deck, Chelsea zipped her sweater, pulling the collar around her neck. She and Wenner were finishing off their lunch meeting with coffee. “Summer’s over. The nights are getting downright chilly.”
Wenner nodded. “I, for one, love the fall. The cooler temps mean better sleep; hot nights don’t agree with me. It also means our busy season is over and we can slow down: do repairs, figure out what worked this past season and what didn’t. Madie can concentrate on grant applications and education programs.”
It had been ten days since their end of summer party. “Things have been quiet this past week. I’ve been worried abo
