Chapter Seventeen
Home Sweet Home
Peter answered the phone in his office, having dashed in from the patio when he heard it ring. He wore his white tennis clothes with his white ribbed sweater over his shoulders, the sleeves tied together at his neck. By the time he got to the phone, the caller hung up and the dial tone hummed in his ear. He took a deep breath, exhaled and then shivered strangely. A creepy feeling made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Then something flashed at the corner of his eye and he turned to the foyer door.
Sausony?
Hi!
He stepped back, shocked. His wife stood like an apparition just outside the half closed door. Well. He nervously ran his hand through his rumpled hair. Whats this all about? You back for good?
She moved further inside, I
