Chapter 17
October was as lovely a month as Sandbridge ever saw. The wretched heat of summer was finally bleeding off (even if Virginia didn’t have anything at all like what Andy would call autumn—the leaves turned brown and fell off, without going through that bowl-of-Trix stage that attracted leaf-peepers to the Adirondacks) and tourist season was officially over.
And now it was the beginning of October, and they were closing down for six weeks. Probably longer, because no one ever believed contractors.
A routine building inspection had revealed some structural weaknesses caused by storm damage, and while those could possibly have been done while remaining open, they’d decided to take advantage of the timing of their wedding and honeymoon. They’d close down, which would get the work d
