Matthias
White Horse was not a town. It was hardly even a speck on the map. It had absolutely nothing except a grocery store, a tiny post office, and a gas station with one, old fashioned pump. Thus it was easy enough to find the old man’s grocery store. I rushed inside, with Boris hot on my heels. Jenny followed behind a little sulkily. I was concerned about her attitude, but too distract and excited to deal with it at the moment. A young man was at the old-fashioned cash register, flipping through a month-old tabloid, looking bored.
“Hi,” I said, trying my best to look and sound friendly. I took off my sunglasses. “I’m looking for… Roseanne Norris.”
He glanced up at me, “Yeah, yeah, you and everybody else.” He tipped his chin toward the back of the store, where an old man w
