21
Blame Game
Maggie woke up on the sofa with a sore head. The bottle of wine she had opened for her chat with Renee was empty, and half a congealed pizza was stinking out the room. She rolled onto the floor and stood up, wincing at the pain in her ankle, but her foot could at least take her weight.
It was a little after eight a.m. She opened a window, letting in a cold draft, which immediately made her feel better, clearing out the smell. Outside, snow was falling heavily, and the line of fairy lights along her front fence was glowing through a fresh deposit.
December 23rd. Dirk would be here today.
No, he wouldn’t.
The recollection of her conversation with Renee hit her like a charging moose. She staggered back to the sofa and slumped down, wrapped in a chill that was slowly stripp
