Chapter 6The scent of the evergreens filled the air on the small hill at the park entrance.
“Where have you been?” The voice coming up behind her was Matthew's. He skipped around in front of her and walked backwards as she proceeded on.
“I beg your pardon?” she asked, startled out of concentration.
His face took on a look of astonishment when he realized the accusatory tone in his voice. “I'm sorry,” he said. “I came looking for you and you haven't been here for months.”
“Oh?” she asked, smiling curiously and wondering how many times he'd looked for her.
He shook his head and smiled back. “You're late, too.”
He wore white painter's pants with a bib front and shoulder straps over a ratty white tee shirt. They were spattered with paint and other stains. He bent forward, slapping at his
