The Tree House Book 1Chapter 7
I pulled my Hyundai Accent out onto my cul-de-sac of a street and through the maze of roads in my development toward the main entrance. If you didn’t carefully watch where you were going in here, made a wrong turn, you would be lost in a quick moment. For the uninitiated, it could take them a while to become untangled. As I maneuvered through the maze, Lindie kept silent but her ever present hand remained on my right thigh. When I got to the community’s exit I headed toward the interstate....