Chapter 4
Trevor walked back down the wooden porch steps, glancing back over his shoulder to make absolutely sure he’d re-latched the screen door. He wasn’t quite sure what good flipping the curved metal latch down on the outside of an empty house would do, but that didn’t matter one bit.
Mrs. Woodrow kept her cozy white clapboard house and porch and yard neat as a pin. She had her own way of doing things that had served her well for every bit of eighty-one years. Anything he messed up along the way would be noticed.
Satisfied that he’d left her usual summertime order of tupelo and orange blossom honey, peppermint oil to keep the ants away, and three boxes of Mountain Moonlight Sound Sleep Tea in the right spot and everything was in its right place, he headed back toward his car/van.
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