Chapter Nine
Into The Cellar
At nine the following morning, Daniel returned from his early morning outing to the hardware store with two gallons of white paint, brushes, rollers, drop-cloths, putty knifes and scrapers.
Alice and Lisle were in the kitchen eating. By the looks and sounds of their conversation, Alice knew nothing about the red crayon streaking his bright white walls. Setting his purchases on the kitchen counter he looked directly at Lisle. “Ever do any house painting?”
She shook her head. “No sir.”
“Then it’s time you learned.”
Alice gazed back and forth at the two, still in the dark. “What’s going on?”
“Look in the front hall and you’ll see.”
Daniel and Lisle waited silently as Alice darted into the foyer, raced up the stairs and down again, then finally arrived back
