Chapter Twenty
“I’M SORRY. WHERE DID you say you were located again?”
Aimee took a deep breath, trying to rein in her impatience. It was the third time Mr. Robertson had called that month asking for directions so he could attend an appointment he made, but for which he never appeared. She wasn’t sure why he kept calling. She gave him the directions, adding that she hoped they would see him this time. As she returned the phone to its cradle, she knew that, once again, he would be a no show.
“Mr. Robertson again?” Ginny laid a stack of manila envelopes on the counter in front of Aimee’s desk. “Third time’s a charm, they say.”
“You really think he’ll show up this time?”
“Not at all, but where would I be if I didn’t think positive?”
“True,” Aimee said. However, she was having a hard time
