EpilogueJohnstown, Pennsylvania, One Year LaterIs he going to show up or what?
Though Celeste was the one who'd invited him, she really didn't know if he would come. She also wasn't sure if she wanted him to come.
The odds were fifty-fifty, she guessed. Fifty-fifty that she wanted him to be there, and fifty-fifty that he would be there.
Now, if she could just figure out what she'd say to him if he showed up.
With a sigh, she let the curtain fall, turned away from E.Q.'s front window...and just about fell over the little boy hiding behind the chair.
"Late!" she said, stepping around him.
Late put a finger against his lips. "Shhh."
Celeste nodded knowingly and touched a finger to her lips as well. Then, smiling, she headed for the kitchen.
Paisley was icing a cake out there for t
