Julia

Walking down the stairs, I heard the sound of a vacuum before I came to the bottom step and face-to-face with a woman I assumed was Margaret, the lady who Van had mentioned. Wearing blue jeans and a sweatshirt, she was moving about the tile and wood floors with a pull-behind vacuum. Although she had some signs of age, such as a few wrinkles, with her short blond hair, fit figure, and abounding energy, I didn’t think she was the mother in this ...