Sarah picked up the envelope from the lawyer's office the next morning. And so it was evening on Thursday before she made it back to 102, South Massachusetts Avenue.
She had tried calling Ryan a couple of times, at Walter's number, but she had never gotten an answer. The car lot shop must have gone out of business, Sarah thought. Either that or they had caller ID and did not want to hear from her. Isabel Johnson's shack at St. Louis was about to be razed by bulldozers, and she had no idea where Ryan's room in Kansas city was? So the house on Massachusetts Avenue was the only place she could look for the two of them. Sarah figured if they were anywhere, they would be there. As she drove up the circular drive on Thursday evening, she was not feeling confident. The garden was still sadly ove
