Harry was a hundred feet from the Slater Victorian when a car headed into town splashed to a halt beside him.
Gina Lamont, Natalya’s mom and Jessica’s aunt, rolled down the window.
“Do you need a ride, Harry? Where’s your coat?”
“Forgot it. I’m almost there.”
“You sure?”
He looked into the car. Gina was a tall, statuesque redhead and beside her sat a smaller woman who gave the impression of being almost entirely made up of flowing light brown hair. Gina wore a stylish rain jacket and the other woman was dressed in a well-worn yellow slicker and a rain hat with a wide enough brim to mostly hide her face.
“I’m fine.”
“Okay. Take a hot shower quick.” Gina rolled up her window and drove away.
Harry made it five more steps before he stumbled to a halt ankle deep in a mud puddle. He’d st
