Twisted Webs by Darlene Quinn

Author:Darlene Quinn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Emerald Book Company
Published: 2010-08-06T00:00:00+00:00

Paige turned onto Sixty-eighth Avenue and looked to the right and left, trying to see the numbers along the row of modest houses. The first one to her right was number 130.

“Next block,” Ashleigh said. “It should be on that side.” She pointed to the left.

On the corner of the next block, Paige spotted 141 and pulled up to the curb directly across the street. Her heartbeat felt erratic, and she found herself holding her breath. Traffic hadn’t been heavy, and they were here ahead of the predicted schedule. Now what?

Paige realized that she hadn’t heard a single word that Ashleigh had just spoken. “Sorry. What did you say?”

“Would you like me to wait in the car or to go up to the door with you?”

For a few awkward seconds, silence settled between them. Paige couldn’t believe that she hadn’t thought this part through. She wanted Ashleigh with her, and yet she sensed that this was something she must do alone.

Ashleigh was the first to break the silence. “I think it’s best for you to meet your mother on your own.”

With nails biting into the palms of her hands, Paige nodded and threw open the door. The unpretentious, Tudor-style house appeared neat and clean. The flower beds in front were filled with a variety of colorful flowers. On her way up the walk, Paige rehearsed her lines, praying that she would not be rejected—again—by the woman who’d given birth to her.

The dark mahogany door had a semicircle of beveled glass above a big brass knocker in the shape of an eagle. To her right was a small brass ring with a white button doorbell. Paige pushed the button and waited.

The door cracked open for an instant, then swung wide. A slender, balding man with rounded shoulders stared out at her. He was no more than five-foot-eight. Despite the heat, he wore wool trousers, along with a white button-down shirt and a pair of brown Florsheim shoes. But even more than his attire, Paige noticed the expression on his face.

His mouth had literally dropped open.

“Is this the home of Helen Sheldon?” Paige asked.

The man nodded and stepped back. “Oh my God. Oh my God,” he repeated.

Baffled, all Paige could manage was to stare back at the man. He looked as if he’d seen a ghost.

“Debbie?” he asked.

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