A Stitch In TimeChapter 5
The woman who opened the door to my knock early in the afternoon on January 2 was clearly surprised to see me. "Mister Sterling," she said coldly, holding the door open two feet and no more. "What can I do for you?" "I came to ask a favor, Mrs. Palmer," I said. I'd dressed nicely, in the same outfit I'd tried to wear to church before Jeanne shot it down. I figured if I'd dressed in church clothes — which I hadn't managed to buy yet, anyway — Mrs. Palmer would have been a little...