Chapter 26
The Saratoga Trunk was a three-story Victorian with quite a history. It had been built in 1882, damaged by fire twenty-five years later and rebuilt, and used as an infirmary during the outbreak of the Spanish influenza in 1918. It had been remodeled around the same time Promise Hospice had been built, and it was the only building in the area to vie with Silver Birch for the amount of square-footage. It looked gorgeous.
An expansive, well-tended lawn ran from the veranda to a private road that curved around to the parking lot in the rear. The veranda—of course Mr. Stuart wouldn’t have anything as pedestrian as a porch for the hundred and thirty-seven-year-old building—wrapped around three sides of the Trunk. Adirondack chairs were scattered along the length of it, and large win
