Neil arrived at the carriage museum that evening. He was late. It was well after six-thirty. It was crowded with tourists walking among the vintage carriages and browsing in the gift shop. He looked around for Rolf. He didn’t appear to be there.
Neil mingled with the tourists, looking at the vehicles and photos in the gallery while he waited. After a half an hour had passed, Neil began to worry. Had Rolf changed his mind? Neil thought of texting him and then realized he didn’t have Rolf’s cell number. He didn’t even know if Rolf had a phone.
Another fifteen minutes went by. Neil sighed. Confused and worried he headed for the door. As he reached it, a hurried Rolf came in. He was breathing heavily as if he’d run all the way up the hill from the barns.
Relief swept through Neil as the man
