Forty-Three
Hours after he had run out on Michael, Clarence found himself once again in front of the old town hall.
"Michael, you here? I want so much to believe." He ran his fingers through his hair. "I want you here. You make me feel like a good person." He tried the door.
Open.
He pushed the door and wiped his face with his shirtsleeve. What he saw amazed and scared him at the same time.
The room he entered was perfect. Just like when he and Dad had finished it. The wood paneling appeared new and smooth, clean and rich.
Michael couldn't have restored it that fast.
He rubbed the paneling up and down with his old weathered hand and shook his head.
A slight rustle behind him made him turn.
Someone was in the room with him.
Annie.
He gasped, put his hands to his face, and shudder
