Chapter 24
I’m waist deep in Etta’s fridge when my phone rings. I’ve spent the day cleaning because sitting sucked. And taking a walk made me want to cry. Sitting idly on the porch made me want to cuss. So instead, I just started at one end of the house and washed, scrubbed, dusted, vacuumed, mopped, and anything else a person could do to win the war against dirt and clutter. After all, isn’t cleanliness next to godliness? And Etta was certainly the godliest person I’ve ever known. It’s fitting she’d leave this world with the cleanest house in Texas. Now, I’m cleaning out the fridge because I’ve already done the entire rest of the kitchen.
I toss a rag in the sink and pull the phone from my back pocket.
“Sparrow.” Suzy’s voice fills the line. “You need to come.”
I press my hand to my s
