44 Cranberry Point
“Grateful for the opportunity to escape, Maryellen grabbed the unopened letter and stuffed it in her skirt pocket.
“Lois, I’m going for a walk.”
The other woman glanced at her in surprise. Maryellen almost always ate at her desk, grabbing a bite here and there between customers. With the summer half over, tourist traffic was at its peak and the gallery staff was often swamped.
“I won’t be long,” Maryellen promised. All she needed was a few uninterrupted minutes to read the letter. The moment she...’d seen the return address, she’d known. The older couple who’d visited two weeks earlier and asked so many questions about Jon were his father and stepmother. Maryellen had suspected it then. Now she was sure.
As soon as she could, Maryellen left the gallery and walked down to the waterfront park. She slipped onto a picnic bench at the gazebo, removing the envelope from her pocket. For a long moment she stared at it, deciding that the sharply slanted handwriting was more likely a man’s than a woman’s.MoreLess
“Lois, I’m going for a walk.”
The other woman glanced at her in surprise. Maryellen almost always ate at her desk, grabbing a bite here and there between customers. With the summer half over, tourist traffic was at its peak and the gallery staff was often swamped.
“I won’t be long,” Maryellen promised. All she needed was a few uninterrupted minutes to read the letter. The moment she...’d seen the return address, she’d known. The older couple who’d visited two weeks earlier and asked so many questions about Jon were his father and stepmother. Maryellen had suspected it then. Now she was sure.
As soon as she could, Maryellen left the gallery and walked down to the waterfront park. She slipped onto a picnic bench at the gazebo, removing the envelope from her pocket. For a long moment she stared at it, deciding that the sharply slanted handwriting was more likely a man’s than a woman’s.MoreLess
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