Barbara Silkstone - Wendy Darlin 01 - Wendy and the Lost Boys by Barbara Silkstone

Author:Barbara Silkstone [Silkstone, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery: Cozy - Comedy - Real Estate Agent - Miami
ISBN: 2940013182059
Publisher: Books on the Green
Published: 2011-08-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Nine

It was after three in morning when we finally left. Joseph yawned and we all caught it. “Let’s scoot to the farm and get you settled in. We have an extra trailer out back. Doctor Roger can sleep there. You girls are welcome to the guest bedroom. Charlie you got the living room sofa.”

The farm was two winding roads off the highway. The land lay low and smelled like what you might expect from a goat farm. The main house had been a doublewide trailer at one time. It settled so far into the dirt it looked as if it had grown from the soil.

Jaxbee and I entered through the back door, wiping our feet on the sponge mat reading Welcome. The kitchen was cramped but had a homey aroma. The sink and stove were spotless. The refrigerator hummed and whistled, giving away its age.

Mary came out of the bedroom and greeted us. She was wearing a floor-length, white cotton nightgown with a high neck and long sleeves. Her hair was in one braid down her back. “Follow me girls. I’ll show you where you’re sleeping,” she said. “Joseph will get the men settled in.”

We stepped down a short hallway lined with photos of what could only be Hook family members – hollow eyes of old warriors and Civil War vets hung next to serious-faced couples in wedding day portraits. Passing a bathroom door, we entered a tiny bedroom just large enough to walk around one side of the double mattress.

“I’m going to sleep now,” Mary said. “If you need anything, you can find it on your own. It’s almost time for me to get up.”

“Can I grab the shower first?” I asked Jax.

“Go for it. I lasted this long; I can wait until morning.”

I couldn’t shake the feeling that Jaxbee had a secret or two. She was way too upset with Hook’s change in plans. I took a three-minute shower, just enough time to let Jax get into her mischief. I dried off and threw on a pink chenille robe that hung from a peg on the door. Slipping into the hallway I peeked into the bedroom. “Jax?” No answer.

The back door was ajar. I stepped out into the moonlight and crouched down on the porch. Two tall skinny silhouettes, one with a huge erection stood near the barn. Slipping out the screen door and avoiding a pair of abandoned boots on the step, I inched my way past the baby goat pen.

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