Zackery Peck, Harmony’s dad, knocks on my screen door as the sun is setting. It happens late here in the dog days of August, after 8:00 p.m.
“Dad! We’re watching a documentary about bees. Come in!” Harmony jumps up from the couch where she’s been splayed next to me as I dozed, waiting for something to happen. Rupert banned me from returning to town hall this afternoon, said there was nothing there for me to do except fret, and that getting some rest would help with whatever’s on tomorrow’s agenda. When I heard tires on the driveway, I expected that to be Wes returning himself and Rupert to their cabin. Instead, it’s Zackery, come to retrieve his whiz kid.
She protests, insisting she must stay to look after Humboldt, but I ask her to go with her dad so I can get some sleep. In full pout,
