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EMERALD LAKE
Wenner placed the load of laundry into the washing machine and turned it on. As he entered the kitchen, there was a knock at the door. Startled, he headed to see who it was. I didn’t hear a car on the gravel driveway; must have walked in. He answered the door to a tall, lean man. His hair was cut short on the sides with a longer wave of dark hair that fell across his forehead to one side. Striking blue eyes stared at him from beneath the hair. Wenner took it all in, in a matter of seconds. His whole look fit the modern-day style of young men in their twenties and thirties. This man was probably well into his forties, but he easily carried the look.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
The man stared at him for a moment, and his uncertain eyes narrowed. “Uh…Wenner? I think you’re
