Fatal Harbor
“All the homes looked like their value was about equal to the amount of money I’ve made in my life, and they were set far from the street. They were made of brick or wood, several had horse pastures in the rear, and as the sole pedestrian on the street I felt very much out of place.
The one I was looking for was numbered 119, and it was a huge Colonial-style home, white with black shutters, with an attached three-car garage. The landscape was carefully manicured and set, and there was a bric...k walkway up to the door. Oak trees and pine trees decorated the yard. I paused and gave it a good long glance.
I strolled up the brick walkway to the front door. It was wooden, carved, and it looked like something out of a sixteenth-century Bavarian carver’s workshop. There was no doorbell, just a knob in the center that I spun and spun. I could hear a rough tingling noise come from within.
I stood back. Adjusted my clothes.MoreLess
The one I was looking for was numbered 119, and it was a huge Colonial-style home, white with black shutters, with an attached three-car garage. The landscape was carefully manicured and set, and there was a bric...k walkway up to the door. Oak trees and pine trees decorated the yard. I paused and gave it a good long glance.
I strolled up the brick walkway to the front door. It was wooden, carved, and it looked like something out of a sixteenth-century Bavarian carver’s workshop. There was no doorbell, just a knob in the center that I spun and spun. I could hear a rough tingling noise come from within.
I stood back. Adjusted my clothes.MoreLess
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