Chapter EighteenSea Scope: Present day
I looked up from the diary. Along with my comments, there'd been several sketches scattered among the pages—a drawing of Michael's cake, the birthday card featuring the lighthouse, mother sitting in the Garden Room with the empty bottle on the floor and the tissues at her side. I saw the talent in the budding artist, although the sketch of my mother wasn't very accurate. Aunt Julie was the portrait artist in the family.
I was beginning to feel tired enough to sleep. I put the diary back on the bookshelf hoping to read more during my stay. Besides bringing back childhood memories, it might lend a clue as to what was presently going on at Sea Scope.
I'd turned off the light and gotten under the covers when I heard a noise outside the door. It was a s
