“The house was ranch style with a clay-shingled roof and lemon-yellow shutters around the windows. Many bouquets of white flowers stood propped against the wall of the house and surrounding the porch. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but a feeling of concern came over me. What were we here for? I worried that I had no idea and that I didn’t know what type of people lived here or what was expected of me. Sweat began to form on my upper lip and forehead. What if I failed? Max got out and ope...ned my door. “This is the place,” he told me. But I didn’t want to get out of the car just yet. I was sweating more now. “What am I supposed to do here?” I asked Max. He took my hand, tugging gently until I stepped out. We walked a little way toward the front door, still standing in the yard. Kevin followed. “Close your eyes now,” Max urged, softly. I hesitated, and then I closed my eyes.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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