Chapter 3“See you next week.” Rob set the last basket of clean and folded laundry in the backseat of the older model sedan and shut the door with a wave. Mrs. Wolf hadn’t changed since she taught his second-grade class. A widow now, Rob wouldn’t be surprised to discover she talked her late husband into his grave. Sometimes he thought she brought her wash in strictly for the company.
Tonight, fresh off a visit with her grandchildren, she outlasted two older men from the seniors’ complex down the road, and then followed Rob around, chatting as he mopped the floor. He finally ushered her out the door by pleading closing time, and yeah, maybe he dropped a few hints about Barry’s stupid party. Rob’s sense of guilt compounded at her disappointed understanding. Not only did he deliberately misle
