Friday came and Julian got ready for the party. Remembering what Craig had advised, he purposely dressed in a very drab shirt and khaki slacks. No tight, formfitting, alluring attire for him tonight. Taking care not to fuss over his hair, he looked in the mirror. Satisfied that he looked presentable, but not like a tomcat on the prowl, he locked the house and headed for his car.
As Julian came around to the driver’s side, he looked up the gravel drive that led to the back of the main house. He saw the person he’d seen on the first day he’d come to the Butler house—the person in a wheelchair. Julian squinted into the gathering dusk of the late summer evening. Was the person having trouble navigating the rough ground? Julian left his car and walked up the drive toward whomever it was.
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