Chapter 4Arlo rubbed a sweaty hand on his jean-clad thigh as he took the final turn before coming into town.
This was a bad idea, it had been a bad idea when Holly had suggested it, had been a bad idea all the while he’d tried to get out of it, and it had been a terrible idea the moment he’d agreed.
Holly had been a bubbly, chatty ball of excitement the entire day and Arlo had been unable to eat. Again.
He slowed down as he neared the Big Square. It was a small square, but according to Holly, it was called the Big Square. When he came up close to the coffee shop, he turned left down a slope and there on his right was an apartment building. He checked the street sign to make sure he was on Tradesman Street and parked the car.
For a few seconds, he sat and looked around. The street was n
