I arrived on time Saturday morning with my dress on a hanger and everything else in
my bag. There was a note on the front door.
Come in, Meg. I’ll be right back. N
I took down the note and stared at it. My first personal communication. I folded it carefully and put it in my pocket. Her delicate handwriting was small and flowery.
The house was quiet, so I took the opportunity to wander around a little. I stopped at her bedroom door and turned back. It just seemed more appropriate than going through her closet, which was what my devilish imp urged me to do. I wanted to discover more about the enchanting creature that had captivated my imagination for so many years.
The living room was almost too big to be comfortable. A warmly colored adobe wall beside the stairs contained a wide firepl
