9
Peter
When Emily got up the next morning and pulled open the curtains, she found a small group of people standing around in front of the new sign, arms folded, shaking their heads. Ironically, every single one of them was standing on the grass they were being warned to keep off.
Emily took a shower and changed, then went downstairs. She could vaguely remember arranging to pick Veronica up at ten, but aside from the wine she hadn’t yet drunk and a tub of margarine at the back which had probably been left by previous guests, the fridge was empty and she had nothing for breakfast. Donning her jacket, she headed out.
Clear skies greeted her, bringing along with them a chilly wind rattling up from the valley. Cottonwood’s orientation seemed to have left it as a bit of a wind tunnel for th
