CHAPTER THREE
May in Alabama
Spring comes early in the South. The winds are warm, the sun robust, the smell of jasmine and honeysuckle, lilac and wisteria cloud the air with sweetness. On one such perfect spring day, about noon, Jessica Huston hired a limousine to take her from the private airport to the summerhouse. In the last several years, she’d lived in the summerhouse year round – except for a few vacations and this last winter, which she spent in Brazil with her lover Pablo. She was just now returning to the United States.
She would remember Brazil with some fondness. Her penthouse near Rio was set on the side of a hill overlooking the water. Every morning she opened her eyes to the sun and the ocean. The vistas were alarming, the scenery something to savor. However, by the time
