Kathryn
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The next morning, Kathryn had breakfast in the dining room downstairs and used Mrs. McDoogle’s computer to look up the directions to the part of town where her parents used to live.
She borrowed the umbrella again and called for a taxi to pick her up. She paid the driver with the pound notes that she’d exchanged with Mrs. McDoogle that morning, and stepped out of the cab onto the sidewalk of Old Mill Road.
This wasn’t here in the ‘40s.
Kathryn blinked and turned to survey the street. Each house had a long front yard neatly encased by a short stone fence. The houses were all two-story stucco, yet each seemed to maintain its own individual charm. The driveways were all cobblestone or brick. If she sold her entire farm, maybe it would buy one of these homes.
Kathryn slung her
