“They’re coming all this way,” I answered. “Of course they do.”
She nodded, but her hands shook as she folded napkins.
On the morning of her birthday, the whole street seemed to wake early.
I made coffee at 7 a.m. and saw Suri tying ribbons to Miranda’s porch railing. Mrs. Albright arrived with lemon bars covered in foil. Desmond carried two continue reading …
