Feb 08, 2006 20:14
Grant checked the street addresses as he made his way back to the young woman's house, Michael in company. They'd promised to pay her a visit to help with her cellar door situation -- under most circumstances, Grant would've checked it off to nervousness and paranoia, but given the events of the recent days, Grant was no longer scoffing at people's superstitions. Not in this town, at least.
"We'll just pop in, get the lock installed, and then head over to the Krauses'," he commented to his travelling companion, "to see about that dinner date."