Although it wasn’t hard to find where Parker’s mother lived, considering the same Irene Robertson has lived in the same house throughout her whole life made her easy to find, she didn’t even try to hide. I had a burlap sack over my shoulder as I knocked on her door. “Can I help you?” Irene asked in an irritated voice. She had facial features like Parker, but they didn’t seem to have much resemblance to one another. “Irene Robertson?” I asked. “In the flesh. Is this urgent?” She asked still irritated. “Oh, I apologize were you going somewhere?” I asked in a nice voice sounding as if I cared to come at a bad time. “Yes, I was going to look at a new house today. It’ll be far better than this one,” She said with a smug look on her face. “Oh well then I believe I have the best housewarming
