Chapter Fifty Nine: — BY THE TIME Dakota finished the paperwork on the Platt house on Rainy Day Lane, she felt like she’d known the Wilsons for years. Reta seemed to think she needed to carry the conversation while Dakota worked. “Howard was in the army when we married. Best-looking sergeant I’d ever seen. Then, when he got out, he drove a bread truck most of our married life. I worked off and on at part-time jobs until our daughters grew up.” She patted Howard on the knee. “We had some grand times with the girls. I thought I’d babysit the grandkids, but the two girls fell for army men just like their mother. One is in Germany and the other’s in DC.” Howard finally added, “I told Reta if we downsized, we could swing a visit to each daughter’s family for a month every year. Since they

