Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

must have dropped this when she was looking at the garden,” I said, holding the red fabric out toward him.

Julian did not look back from the window. “She was probably just checking the structure of the shed, Mother. She thinks it is a hazard.”

“It is where I keep my tools,” I said. “And she was inside it.”

He turned the screwdriver once more, the metal continue reading …