Oscar MeyersChapter 22
“You seem nervous,” Georgia commented. “I’m meeting William again,” Oscar replied pulling at the sleeve of his robe. There was something about the young man that bothered him. It wasn’t a negative kind of feeling, just that odd sense that something had been forgotten. She took his hand to keep him from fidgeting so much and walked with him to the front door. It was a much simpler house than what she expected. True, it was large, but it wasn’t ostentatious. The walkway was neatly edged and...