Coming Home (1986)
““You must be Andrew,” Bill welcomed with a grin.
Andy returned the smile, shaking Bill’s hand.
Bill stepped aside, opening the door wider. “I was just planting a few flowers around the gazebo.” Bill gestured for him to follow. “I’m afraid Doris is a bit … under the weather… .”
Walking into the entryway was an experience. The ceiling was twenty-five feet high if it was an inch. Jessie was right. This place was incredible. Bill led him through a set of French doors to the left into a sunlit alcov...e, then through another set of doors leading outside to a brick-covered courtyard. A white gazebo stood in the middle of the yard, reminding him of the one in Palmer Lake. The flowers, exploding from nearly every vacant spot, were reminiscent of Mrs. Browning’s garden.
“Jessie will be here shortly,” Andy said and then felt presumptuous, as if he knew something Bill didn’t.
Bill stopped in front of the gazebo, pointing to a small plot of bare soil near its edge. “Whadd’ya think?”MoreLess
Andy returned the smile, shaking Bill’s hand.
Bill stepped aside, opening the door wider. “I was just planting a few flowers around the gazebo.” Bill gestured for him to follow. “I’m afraid Doris is a bit … under the weather… .”
Walking into the entryway was an experience. The ceiling was twenty-five feet high if it was an inch. Jessie was right. This place was incredible. Bill led him through a set of French doors to the left into a sunlit alcov...e, then through another set of doors leading outside to a brick-covered courtyard. A white gazebo stood in the middle of the yard, reminding him of the one in Palmer Lake. The flowers, exploding from nearly every vacant spot, were reminiscent of Mrs. Browning’s garden.
“Jessie will be here shortly,” Andy said and then felt presumptuous, as if he knew something Bill didn’t.
Bill stopped in front of the gazebo, pointing to a small plot of bare soil near its edge. “Whadd’ya think?”MoreLess
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