“When he had arrived at a few minutes after seven, the Gray Lady at the temporary desk in the lobby had told him Mrs. Garrett already had two visitors, and patients were only allowed two at a time. He told her that he was Mr. Garrett and she told him somewhat dubiously that he could go up provided he sent one of the other visitors out into the hall. He heard and recognized Al Washburn’s hearty and appalling laugh the moment he stepped off the elevator. Joan’s room was only a few doors from the e...levator foyer. Al and Jen Washburn were there, and Jen had brought a vase of cut flowers from their garden. Al was the general agent for a large insurance company and the Washburns had moved onto Barrow Lane at Crescent Ridge just a few weeks after the Garretts. The two couples had been reasonably friendly during the five years, drawn together by the bond of being “early settlers.” And Carl had served with Al on the board of the Crescent Ridge Association when it was first formed. The bed of Rosa Myers was crumpled and empty.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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