CHAPTER FIFTEENMarvia pulled the Mustang onto the blacktop beside Eric Coffman’s Mercury Topaz station wagon. Jamie brought his Flying Fortress with him. Coffman met them at the door. When Jamie was introduced, Coffman bent despite his more than sufficient belly and solemnly shook his hand.
The house was a modern split-level with flagstone floors and shag rugs. A mezuzah was mounted on the doorpost.
Lindsey knew Coffman’s wife, Miriam, but Coffman insisted on a complete set of introductions. Miriam was taller than Marvia, ample figured, with honey-blond hair that she wore in braids. An old-fashioned, middle-aged woman.
The Coffmans’ daughters were Sarah and Rebecca, one taller than Jamie, one shorter. Rebecca was holding a Barbie doll. Or maybe it was Barbie’s friend, the dark-haired on
