Chapter 5Monday, October 13th, 2014
Bramson Bay, Oregon
My apprehensions about Bramson Bay didn’t evaporate when Lockwood and I went on into Maybelle’s, following Dolores inside, but I could put them aside for a minute. The interior of the house smelled of home-baked cookies and there was a sort of potpourri in a bowl on the small hall table just inside the door.
I still felt Dolores’ excitement as she bubbled over about the amenities. Home-cooked meals, by her of course, plus comfortable rooms and plenty of hot water. No television, internet or cell phone signals, but she did point out an actual wall-mounted phone in the hallway for guests to use. It looked like a relic from the 1970s, with a massive plastic handset.
Photos crowded for room on the walls. All sorts of pictures of old m
