Chapter 12
By the next morning, I had decided to take the direct approach and simply ask LouElla about it. But I’d forgotten that Emily and Dante were househunting again, this time in Port Royal, Virginia, and I’d volunteered to watch Chloe.
By nine o’clock, Chloe had finger-painted with warm oatmeal on the high chair tray and played how-many-times-will-Grandma-pick-up-the-bottle-if-I-throw-it-on-the-floor, but I was distracted and knew I couldn’t rest until I had talked to LouElla.
I tried to telephone to let her know we were coming, but the operator told me that her number was unlisted. LouElla probably didn’t want the CIA to get ahold of it. So I wrestled the car seat into the back of my Le Baron, strapped Chloe into it, and took off for Chestertown.
Luckily I found a parking spot o
