Chapter Twenty-two
EJ sat on Charlie’s bed and watched out the window as a Carolina wren built a nest in the gingerbread trim. The little bird would fly off and then return with a small stick, patiently arranging until it was satisfied and then repeat the process over again.
Until Aunt Belle suggested that they should stay in Charlie’s house, EJ hadn’t seen much of the interior besides the parlor. She knew it had belonged to Charlie’s grandparents. It was a pretty fancy place. The home seemed spacious, but maybe that was owing to the sparse furnishings. The floors were inlaid oak, with hand-cut crystal chandeliers in every room. The walls were painted or papered in light colors and covered with portraits and landscapes. The curtains hung from ceiling to floor, with heavy material pulled
