The Face in the Window
“A FACE IN THE WINDOW,” Jones said, pointing to the attic window. “I swear I saw it, someone’s up there.”
“Don’t be silly.” Marsha said, pulling a suitcase from the trunk. She looked at her husband and placed a hand on her back. “Could you help?”
He glanced at her bulging belly and pulled out the rest. Marsha’s cell rang, and she put it on speaker.
“It’s mom, I saw the pictures. You should have waited to get married until after you had the baby, you look like a beluga whale after a seafood buffet.”
“Thanks, mom.” Marsha rolled her eyes. Jones grabbed the luggage and hauled it inside.
He left it in the entry and looked around. Marsha wanted to have a hideaway honeymoon, far from technology and people. Though the closest town was thirty minutes away, her cell pho
