Landry
Landry was expecting the text. He was sitting on the balcony overlooking lake drinking a cup of coffee when the text came in. He looked at his phone.
“Sooo, do you wanna tell me how a xylophone got to my front porch between 3am and 9am on a Sunday morning?”
Not an unreasonable question to ask, in Landry’s opinion. It was not a conventional time for an unannounced xylophone delivery, and xylophones were fairly large instruments. He wrote back:
“I put it there.”
Truthful, he thought. But a little mean. Obviously, she already knew it was from him. Another text came in:
“You just had a spare xylophone lying around?”
He did, in fact, have two spare xylophones lying around, but Mart
