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his life, of what he does.”
    “He never wanted me to climb up the poles with him when he worked for the phone company.”
    “Climbing up poles probably wasn’t his passion.” As they curved up the road, a lake surrounded by forest and mountains came into view. Suzanne turned off the Christian music station they’d been listening to. “You know, one of the best things I ever did for our marriage was to get a sitter and go hunting with Greg.” She shook her head and smiled. “You would have thought I gave him a Corvette for Christmas. I never shot anything. I just tromped around the forest with him in the little camouflage costume.”
    “I don’t know why Earl’s bringing this up. When I see what other couples go through, what they do to each other.… I just thought we had a good marriage.” That was what bothered her more than anything, that Earl thought something was wrong with their marriage.
    Ginger glanced down at the piece of paper. It was nearly in pieces from her creasing it. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t look good in camouflage. “Guess I could stop calling his inventions contraptions.”
    “At least that’s a place to start.” Suzanne pressed the brakes. “You’ll figure it out.”
    Ginger tore a corner of the paper. She wasn’t so sure about that.
    A brick mansion situated on a cul-de-sac stood to the left. The property was on a larger lot than the rest of the houses and featured old-growth ash and willow trees along with an abundance of yellow rosebushes. Solar panels covered part of the roof.
    “I went to the sale at this place.” Ginger stared out at the huge expanse of lawn. “Must have been around ten. I only remember it because it was such a weird sale.”
    “Weird, how?”
    “It was run by two foreign ladies. They laughed a lot and said something about ‘quaint American customs.’ The stuff they had was nice and very new. I got a crystal dish for like a dollar.”
    “Some people are so wasteful.” Suzanne blew a strand of hair out of her eyes.
    “You gettin’ tired?” Ginger patted Suzanne’s leg.
    “I could use a nap. My legs are starting to hurt.” Suzanne rubbed the back of her neck. “I know this house. It belongs to that lawyer. He’s in the newspaper a lot. I can’t remember exactly what for, but I do remember seeing this colossal castle in the pictures. I think I saw an article just a couple weeks ago.”
    Suzanne leaned back against the headrest.
    Ginger pushed open her door. “Why don’t you wait here? I can do this. Then we’ll take you home. Kindra can help me with the other addresses when she gets off work.” She opened the back door and pulled out the box of garage sale stuff. The large box decorated with seashells was on top of the vest; the fishing pole and photo album rested beside them.
    Cradling the box in her hands, Ginger walked up the steps to the porch and rang the doorbell. While she waited, she thought about the end-of-summer sale at JCPenney. She could stock up on outfits for the grandkids.
    She pressed the doorbell again. Hmmm. The garage door was open, and a green sports car was parked in the driveway. She glanced back at Suzanne, who raised her arms in an “I don’t know” motion.
    Ginger descended the steps and stared up at the curtained windows.
    Suzanne stuck her head out of the window. “Why don’t we try later, Gin? Maybe we can go to the library sometime and find that article about him.”
    Ginger walked across the lawn to the car. “You’re probably right.” She leaned into the open passenger side window. “Let’s take you home so you can get some rest.” She opened the side door, placed the box on the seat, then stepped up into the passenger seat. Suzanne shifted into reverse and cranked the wheel.
    Ginger craned her neck to stare at the second story window of the mansion. Had the curtain moved?

    Keaton Lustrum’s hand curled into a fist on his keyboard when the doorbell rang a second time. Curse that