  Bad language ~ A fair bit.   Bad language ~ A fair bit.     ©
June, 2006 Cam Taylor   Chapter Seven  Wednesday, 4th November
C hris pulled up outside Mrs. Devine's house at 10 on the dot
the next morning. Climbing out of her car, she looked up at the
grey sky, wondering, not for the first time, if the ominous
looking clouds were going to spill their load. Not believing
what the weatherman had to say, the investigator had dressed
casually but warmly in blue jeans and a sweater.  As the blonde
walked up the garden path to the front door, she remembered the
first time she had ever picked Joey up from his mum's house. She
had made the mistake of staying in her car and honking the horn.
Mrs. Devine had come charging out and yelled at her about
manners and her lack of them.  Chris smiled as the door swung
open. "Little Chris Branagon. What are you doing at my door?"
Teodora asked, smiling brightly, a twinkle in her eye.  Chris
laughed at the older woman's antics.  Teodora Devine had been
born and raised in Naple