Denver considered and discarded the idea of calling Carol, Maggie’s sister. On the phone, their voices sounded almost identical. Hearing Carol on the phone was akin to coming face to face with the ghost of his dead wife. And Maggie had been haunting him far too much already today.
The time crept closer to midnight and Cherry still hadn’t come downstairs to talk to him. He considered going to bed but didn’t want to sleep alone in the room she had offered. Donnie was nowhere to be found back home. So instead he sat in the big armchair which look like what Maggie had given him as a birthday gift one year. She’d called it his Masterpiece Theater throne and said any librarian worth his salt needed a chair that pretentious.
Before he closed his eyes, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a
