Chapter Seven
That afternoon, we strike out for Miriam’s cottage. A watchful Tasia waves goodbye as we back the Jeep out of a mud puddle and make our way back up the steep road. The way Tasia gushes over us about this trek leaves us both wondering what ulterior motive the woman has in mind. How odd, after less than a day at The Edge, we’re ready for a breather.
We drive up to the place Tasia describes for us, as if we knew instinctively where we were going. I’m having better thoughts about this woman who was Peach’s lover. Seeing her house, I’m even more at ease; I can imagine how Tasia’s house once looked.
Miriam greets us at the door with a breezy smile and lets us in, showing us to her ocean facing porch.
“You found me after all,” she says warmly kissing Peach on the cheek.
“Did
