3
Old Maps and Old Houses
The next morning everything went as planned. Joy and I met as agreed and started to bring everything in from the car when Tom entered the kitchen.
“What do we have here?” asked Tom as he poured himself a cup of coffee from his French coffee press and added a splash of milk to it before taking a sip. A look of satisfaction crossed his face and he sighed.
“Nothing like the first cup of good coffee in the morning,” he said to us.
“To answer your question, we have a bunch of old maps and stuff,” I said to Tom before turning my attention back to my cohort in crime-solving. “Joy, could you please help me and give the table a pull. Once we get it apart, I’ll get the extra leaf so we can spread our stuff and open up some of these maps.”
Joy gripped one end of the ta
