Chapter 11
The next morning, to avoid the press corps that was camped out like Boy Scouts in my daughter’s driveway, I parked in the next block, cut through the neighbor’s backyard, squeezed under a split rail fence, and let myself in through the back door.
To my surprise, my baby sister, Georgina, was in the kitchen, fixing coffee. I hadn’t seen her since her new baby, Tina, was born six months ago.
“Georgina!” I spread my arms wide and gave her a hug.
“Careful, or you’ll spill the coffee.” She set the grinder down on the counter. “So good to see you, Hannah. I’ve been trying to get to Annapolis for several days, but with the kids … ” She shrugged. “I just couldn’t bring the kids.”
“I understand. How are they?”
“A handful.”
“I’ll bet.” Sean and Dylan, the twins, were nearly nine, a
