It’s been three weeks since Joan died and three weeks since I last saw Allie.
I adjusted the collar of my off-white T-shirt and straightened the bunch of peonies I was holding, remembering the first day I had given Allie flowers. We’ve gone a long way since then. I reached for the doorbell and pressed it long and hard, enjoying the ding-dong noise that travelled into the house when the sound went off. I wondered if Amy would be surprised. No response! So, I pressed again.
As I reached for the doorbell the third time, the door flew open and a tall guy with a frown on his face was standing at the doorway. I recognized him as one of Amy’s brother; don’t know his name.
“Yes!” his eyes travelled my length as his frown deepened.
“My name is Samuel and I am here to see Allie.” I put on my be
