The House at Sand PinesChapter 3 A Step at a Time
"Thank God that's over with. I can hardly stand," Charlotte groaned with a sigh as I helped her into her coat. She had changed from her heels into sneakers for comfort and relief. "Let me take your bag and we'll be on our way." She didn't resist. I could see how tired and sore she was after five days of standing in a small booth and answering questions from passers-by. We were less than five minutes getting to my car and beginning the drive to the Horseshoe Bay ferry terminal. We had...