understand?”
“Yes, of course. Sorry, I just, well . . . I just thought I would ask.” She backed out into the hallway and yelled in, ‘thanks anyway,’ as she turned back to her apartment door. As hand wrapped around the knob, she heard a noise behind her.
Mason was standing a few feet back from the doorway in the darkness, his features indistinguishable but his hunched form visible. “Sorry, Miss Carter, but please don’t let any cats in the building. I really don’t like cats.”
“No problem, as I said, I was just asking.”
“Thank you for letting me know. About the cat, that is. I will try to do something about the fire escape.”
Sarah had been holding her apartment door open and when Mason turned back into the depths of the attack, Sarah quickly entered her apartment, closing the door and then leaning her back up against it. She heard the footsteps, and the obvious limp, enter the hallway. Then the attic door shut and the lock clicked in place, followed by the slow, agonizing sound of Mason Brown descending the stairs that she just jogged up a few minutes before.
That night, there was no visit from Midnight.
Chapter 9
“Come over here and give your grandmother a kiss!”
Sarah dropped her bags in the front hall as Rex came bounding over, tail wagging. Sarah gave him a quick scratch at the neck and kiss on the top of the head and crossed the living room to where her grandmother Rose sat by the fire in a large, wing-backed navy chair. Her hair, once blond was now gray, had just been done at the hairdressers and she was wearing her signature perfume that Sarah remembered so well.
“Hi Grandma,” Sarah leaned down and kissed her grandmother's upturned cheek.
“Are you enjoying Boston, dear?”
“It’s been great. Work has been fantastic and I am already meeting people.”
“So Henry is treating you well? I will call him if he isn’t!” she teased good-naturedly.
Sarah laughed, “Henry is very nice. He has me working with some interesting characters.” She thought of Izzy and Stan and smiled inwardly. “I think I am fitting in well and he gets some really interesting projects at Muddy River.”
Sarah’s mother came in with a platter of appetizers that she set down on the butlers table. Sarah hopped up to give her a hug. “Hi, Mom!”
“How was the train ride?” her mother asked as she leaned back to take a good look at her daughter.
Ben came in from hanging the coats and offered Sarah wine. Gladly accepting, Sarah settled in on the couch next to her mom. “The train worked out well. Much better than you guys driving up and back.” Sarah leaned forward to pick up a cracker and dip it into the warm cheese and artichoke dip.
The foursome caught up on the last month, with Sarah doing most of the talking about Boston, her work, and her new friends.
Ben’s brother, Jack and his family arrived a short time later and Sarah enjoyed seeing her younger cousins, home for the holiday from college.
Jack and his wife Debra lived a half hour away. Paul, their oldest, was in his junior year and a star athlete and at eighteen Marissa was enjoying her first year in college. They were the only close family members in the area and they spent every holiday together. An hour later, after lots of gossip and chatter, they moved to the dining room for dinner.
Sarah pulled a chair out for her grandmother and settled in right next to her. The aroma of turkey filled the house along with her mother’s famous stuffing with pecans and cranberries. Sarah realized she was starving.
Ben and Jack kept the table laughing with stories of their Thanksgivings growing up, their mother never being too comfortable in the kitchen. Each year their mother would attempt a big Thanksgiving meal with one memorable year ending in peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
When the pies came out Sarah’s gray eyes lit up like a child’s. Apple pie, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, and her grandmothers’ lemon meringue pie
“Yes, of course. Sorry, I just, well . . . I just thought I would ask.” She backed out into the hallway and yelled in, ‘thanks anyway,’ as she turned back to her apartment door. As hand wrapped around the knob, she heard a noise behind her.
Mason was standing a few feet back from the doorway in the darkness, his features indistinguishable but his hunched form visible. “Sorry, Miss Carter, but please don’t let any cats in the building. I really don’t like cats.”
“No problem, as I said, I was just asking.”
“Thank you for letting me know. About the cat, that is. I will try to do something about the fire escape.”
Sarah had been holding her apartment door open and when Mason turned back into the depths of the attack, Sarah quickly entered her apartment, closing the door and then leaning her back up against it. She heard the footsteps, and the obvious limp, enter the hallway. Then the attic door shut and the lock clicked in place, followed by the slow, agonizing sound of Mason Brown descending the stairs that she just jogged up a few minutes before.
That night, there was no visit from Midnight.
Chapter 9
“Come over here and give your grandmother a kiss!”
Sarah dropped her bags in the front hall as Rex came bounding over, tail wagging. Sarah gave him a quick scratch at the neck and kiss on the top of the head and crossed the living room to where her grandmother Rose sat by the fire in a large, wing-backed navy chair. Her hair, once blond was now gray, had just been done at the hairdressers and she was wearing her signature perfume that Sarah remembered so well.
“Hi Grandma,” Sarah leaned down and kissed her grandmother's upturned cheek.
“Are you enjoying Boston, dear?”
“It’s been great. Work has been fantastic and I am already meeting people.”
“So Henry is treating you well? I will call him if he isn’t!” she teased good-naturedly.
Sarah laughed, “Henry is very nice. He has me working with some interesting characters.” She thought of Izzy and Stan and smiled inwardly. “I think I am fitting in well and he gets some really interesting projects at Muddy River.”
Sarah’s mother came in with a platter of appetizers that she set down on the butlers table. Sarah hopped up to give her a hug. “Hi, Mom!”
“How was the train ride?” her mother asked as she leaned back to take a good look at her daughter.
Ben came in from hanging the coats and offered Sarah wine. Gladly accepting, Sarah settled in on the couch next to her mom. “The train worked out well. Much better than you guys driving up and back.” Sarah leaned forward to pick up a cracker and dip it into the warm cheese and artichoke dip.
The foursome caught up on the last month, with Sarah doing most of the talking about Boston, her work, and her new friends.
Ben’s brother, Jack and his family arrived a short time later and Sarah enjoyed seeing her younger cousins, home for the holiday from college.
Jack and his wife Debra lived a half hour away. Paul, their oldest, was in his junior year and a star athlete and at eighteen Marissa was enjoying her first year in college. They were the only close family members in the area and they spent every holiday together. An hour later, after lots of gossip and chatter, they moved to the dining room for dinner.
Sarah pulled a chair out for her grandmother and settled in right next to her. The aroma of turkey filled the house along with her mother’s famous stuffing with pecans and cranberries. Sarah realized she was starving.
Ben and Jack kept the table laughing with stories of their Thanksgivings growing up, their mother never being too comfortable in the kitchen. Each year their mother would attempt a big Thanksgiving meal with one memorable year ending in peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
When the pies came out Sarah’s gray eyes lit up like a child’s. Apple pie, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, and her grandmothers’ lemon meringue pie
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