Chapter Forty-Six
Wally went in the front door first. The sky around the lake was dotted with wispy white clouds. The storm nearer the ocean hadn’t come this far yet. But the black clouds on the horizon were headed this way. A woman’s voice echoed cheerily from the top of the stairs as soon as the door swung open on squeaky hinges. “Wally, is that you?” Maggie said.
“Yes, dear, it’s me.” He ushered Cinnamon and Sax inside and Bryce entered last. “I brought the kids home with me.” He shut the door cutting off the pine-perfumed breeze.
After they doffed their shoes and hung up their coats in the closet they walked up the short flight of carpeted stairs to the living room.
A man wearing tan slacks and a jean shirt stood in front Maggie. His deep set, hazel eyes studied them as th
