Chapter 8“Hi, it's me,” he said through the phone, his voice upbeat. “I want to confirm tomorrow evening.”
“I thought it was confirmed.”
“No unanticipated changes that I'm going to have to talk you out of?” His smile came through on his voice.
“That's not funny.”
“I'm not trying to be. I'm counting on you.”
“I realize that,” she said. “You can find my place if you watch for the mailbox with the shingled roof.”
“Your mailbox?”
“It's between some shrubs at the corner of the brick wall. It'll help you find the driveway.”
On Friday, Rachael felt restless most of the day. She wasn't able to sit or concentrate long enough to write anything of substance. She thought she should back out of the date. Instead, she telephoned her brother and learned he was going to liquidate their father's bu
